2026 Competition Entry:
MAYBE IT’S NOT YOU by David Mentzer
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Lyrics
Verse 1 Your face is fading like the sun at night,
I know I really need to say goodbye–
But for that one week when the sun was high
I was so sure time was on our side.
Bridge 1 Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not you…
Verse 2 Still…I wait around for evening,
Just wanting one more love scene–
Grass holding on to our shapes and smiles,
Keeping us sheltered if just awhile.
Bridge 2 It’s hard to say goodbye but easy to cry,
So maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not you…
Verse 3 This morning there’s a warm breeze,
Grass is giving up its memories–
Rising like soldiers back from the dead,
They rise to fill what was once our bed.
Bridge 3 They help me to see past your memory,
I finally know it’s true…I finally know it’s not you.
Verse 4 Love can be a bit like lightning,
Here, then in a flash it’s dying–
Sacred or not when the light is gone,
Hope is the bridge that helps keep me strong.
Bridge 4 I finally know it’s true, I finally know it’s not you.
lyrics by David Jo Mentzer
I know I really need to say goodbye–
But for that one week when the sun was high
I was so sure time was on our side.
Bridge 1 Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not you…
Verse 2 Still…I wait around for evening,
Just wanting one more love scene–
Grass holding on to our shapes and smiles,
Keeping us sheltered if just awhile.
Bridge 2 It’s hard to say goodbye but easy to cry,
So maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not you…
Verse 3 This morning there’s a warm breeze,
Grass is giving up its memories–
Rising like soldiers back from the dead,
They rise to fill what was once our bed.
Bridge 3 They help me to see past your memory,
I finally know it’s true…I finally know it’s not you.
Verse 4 Love can be a bit like lightning,
Here, then in a flash it’s dying–
Sacred or not when the light is gone,
Hope is the bridge that helps keep me strong.
Bridge 4 I finally know it’s true, I finally know it’s not you.
lyrics by David Jo Mentzer
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I wrote these lyrics to a song by Vangelis called, “La Petite Fille de la Mer” (Little Girl from the Sea). First note, first word. I wrote this about a relationship that just kind of faded into the background of life. I had trouble letting this one go. But I did.