I see through teardrops that old clock on the wall
The hands are far apart, they tell me that my heart misses you
And you're not with me
Guess it's time to cry, yes it's time to cry
I hear the doorbell, the postman just came by
Time to cry, ever since you said goodbye
Time to cry, what else can I do but cry over you?
I just can't stand it the telephone won't ring