Sometimes, I find
myself, dreaming
of a place, a place far away
Where I can lay, down next to you...
Sometimes, I think
of you, smiling
over at me, from across the room
the things I would do, to be there with you...
Sometimes, I try
to stop, loving
loving you, if only I could
that's what I'd choose, but I need you...
Sometimes, I hope
you will, remember
and return to me, to me you would flee
and there you would be, beside me...
Sometimes, I sit
right here, hurting
all alone, alone by myself
with nobody else, missing you
with tears in my eyes
all that I've cried
the pain deep inside
when I sleep
I dream of you, and all we could do
all that we knew, All we could be,
if only you, would return to me