Crazy heart your baby's gone, don?t you know?.
Empty arms give up, give up, come on let go.
And maybe I will be alright.
And maybe I?ll get through tonight.
Then maybe I will see you tomorrow.
Misty eyes don?t see that face in every tear.
In a hundred years trough a million tears, maybe, maybe.
Maybe I?ll be loving you.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
by: José Duarte