On my mind twenty-four-seven,
Things haven’t been the same since eleven.
Had a chance to see tonight,
Once again the timing was never right.
Now I’m outside sitting,
Under the stars wondering, missing.
A cold chill in the air,
Doesn’t match what I feel in there.
Maybe another time will come,
Days passing by will just make me more numb.
Wanting to be near,
I think I’ll just wait right here