Present Day.

Brock fought to open his eyes when he heard a noise at the door. Once he was coherent he realized that someone was knocking. He glanced over at the clock to see that it read 12:42 p.m. He stumbled out of bed and managed to get down the stairs, and then he opened the front door.

He stood in awe at what he saw. A now longer haired read-headed was standing before him with a nervous expression painted across her face, a face he could never forget, a face he could never get out of his head. Even in the dim light from the lamp across the room, he still knew who was stanging before him as soon as he saw her there. What? He thought. I must be dreaming. There is no way…after 5 years! Why now? Is this real?!

"Reba?" He gave a tired whispered.

"Is this a bad time? I'm sorry, it's late. I know. I…just…I was here, and…" she stopped for a second, "It's fine, I'll leave, I shouldn't have come anyways…"

"No!" He was surprised at his tone. He almost yelled, and he responded way to fast. He just couldn't imagine her leaving.

Now wide-eyed woman took another step forward, now a little more into the light. Her face was a bit clearer now, and as it looked, hadn't aged at all. She hadn't changed a bit since he last saw her, so long ago. Now she was wearing a darker shade of make up that looked wonderful on her, and her hair had grown a little longer. All else was exactly as he imagined. Near perfect.

Brock was at a loss of words. He didn't know what to say. What do you say in a moment like this? Nothing came to mind.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Y-yeah." He had trouble getting out, still unbelieving of this. He thought he would never see her again. Oh, how he missed her.

Reba stepped in, ready to talk…


Hey baby, is that you?
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do
'Norma Jean', ain't that the song
We'd sing in the car
Drivin' downtown, top down
Making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheny Avenue

Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me I swung and I missed
And the next thing ya know
I'm reminiscin' dreaming old dreams
Wishing old wishes
Like you would be back again

I wake up in tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days

Someone told me after college
You ran off to Vegas
You married a rodeo cowboy
Why, that ain't the girl I knew
Me I've been a few places
Mostly here and there once or twice
Still sortin' out life, but I'm doing alright
Yeah, it's good to see you too

Well hey girl, you're late
And those planes, they don't wait
But if you ever come back around
To this sleepy old town
Promise me you'll stop in
To see an old friend
And until then...

I wake up in tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these

And baby,

I wake up in tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these

Well,I wake up in tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

No,no,no,no,no,no

Well,I wake up in tear drops
They fall down like rain