verse 1
I spend the night in a chair thinking
she'll be there But she never comes.
And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
And I rise to face another day, without her.
verse 2
It's just no good anymore
when you walk through the door of an empty room.
And then you go inside and set a table for one.
It's no fun when you spend a day, without her.
We burst the pretty balloon it took us,
to the moon such a beautiful thing.
But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie,
if I say I'd rather die, than live without her.
Outro
I spend the night in a chair thinking
she'll be there But she never comes.
And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
And I rise to face another day, without her.