By Michael McDonald and John Scott Sherrill
You if anyone should know that time will tell.
Not so long ago, you taught me oh so well.
Now your time has come;
Someone took your place.
No need to tell me that he's gone;
I can read it on your face.
Chorus:
You learn that you can dream every night.
You can try all you like.
You can pray every day that it's enough.
And you can hope all you want;
It's something to hang your faith on,
But you can't make it love.
There's no way love can grow
If only one is true.
I would think that you would know;
After all, I learned this from you.
No matter how much one's in love,
As long as one is lying,
There ain't no amount of tears;
There ain't no amount of trying.
Chorus:
You learn that you can dream every night.
You can try all you like.
You can pray every day that it's enough.
And you can hope all you want;
It's something to hang your faith on,
But you can't make it love.
No you can't make it love.