| I left a note on the table, I hope it finds you well
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| I hope you don’t hurt like you did, 'cause I’d just blame myself
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| I know its for me, that I’m out on these streets
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| Bleeding nightly for these people I meet
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| But it’s you who I long for, when I cannot sleep
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| It’s enough it could drive me to drink
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| I am almost nowhere
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| I’m getting there fast
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| You’re the hope in my cold stare
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| You’re the drink in my hand
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| When I picked up, you broke into tears
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| You said you weren’t busy enough
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| I still don’t know why you need me
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| And my broken down love
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| With each second that ticks, your voice rings in my ears
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| The memories flood back from all of our years
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| I tell you, «it's okay, there’s nothing to fear»
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| I secretly hope I am right
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| I left you last week and you told me
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| «Go on, and follow your dreams»
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| I think about that lately
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| Still, I don’t know what it means
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| 'cause you’re what I dream of when I wake alone
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| As I drift away, as we talk on the phone
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| You’re all I want, and that’s all I know
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| And I still just can’t wait to get home |