He still thinks about her all the time Up there on the mountain Since the hills are so unkind Unencumbered by the weight of miles It's funny how she fumbles for a smile He'd help her out But that's just not his style [Chorus] Well it may not be love But it's close enough It may not be a featherbed Or a white turtledove It may not be the best they've had It's better than most It may not be love But Lord it's close Falling back into an old routine That also means the leaving And the spaces in between That warm familiar feeling leaves the air And when it's time to go She can't help but stare They both know It's their cross to share [Chorus] Said It may not be love But Lord it's close [Chorus] Said it may not be love But Lord it's close