I try to be patient, I try not to moan.
But it's driving me crazy try'ng to live here alone.
My conversation gets nowhere when I talk to myself.
I've lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf.
The moon is wasting its shine
Shining on me until I see you again.
I won't be out in the moonlight
And I'll be sleeping by ten.
The birds are wasting their song
Singing to me until I'm waking with you.
Until you're back in my arms, dear,
The birds will have to find something better to do.
A shoulder to cry on would make me feel fine.
The moon is wasting its shine
Shining on me until I see you again.
I won't be out in the moonlight
And I'll be sleeping by ten.
The birds are wasting their song
Singing to me until I'm waking with you.
Until you're back in my arms, dear,
The birds will have to find something better to do.
So baby, till you're back in my arms
The birds will have to find something better to do.