| On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
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| I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared
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| And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
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| Not being used to being the only person there
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| The first time I made coffee for just myself I made too much of it But I drank it all just 'cause you hate it when I let things go to waste
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| And I wandered through the house like a little boy, lost at the mall
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| And an astronaut could’ve seen the hunger in my eyes from space
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| And I sang oh, what do I do?
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| What do I do?
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| What do I do?
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| What do I do without you?
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| On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
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| I was cold so I put on a sweater and I turned up the heat
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| And the walls began to close in and I felt so sad and frightened
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| I practically ran from the living room out into the street
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| And the wind began to blow and all the trees began to pant
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| And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
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| And I stood there like a business man waiting for the train
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| And I got ready for the future to arrive
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| And I sang oh, what do I do?
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| What do I do?
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| What do I do?
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| What do I do without you? |