8 X 10

(8 by 10, 8 by 10)

All that's left of our old love now
Is just your picture, 8 by 10

(A souvenir of things
That might have been
My lonely world is
Only 8 by 10)

(8 by 10, 8 by 10)

I remember the night
You gave me this picture
I ought to, I've relived
It so many times

I remember how I couldn't wait to get home
And put it in a frame
And tell everybody that you were mine

Because you were mine at least until
Someone else came along
And took you off out of my sight

It's a good thing you did
Leave me your picture to hold
Because now, I can cry
On your shoulder every night

(8 by 10, 8 by 10
My lonely world
Is only 8 by 10)

It's awful to be jealous of an old picture frame
But I'm jealous of anything that's close to you

And that picture frame seems to be holding
You pretty tight that looks like more
Than I'll ever do

I wish that I could just
Be the glass in that frame
And be so close to the lips that I love

I am glad that I've at least
Got your picture to hold but sometimes
It's just not enough

(8 by 10, 8 by 10
My lonely world
Is only 8 by 10)