Laying awake
almost every night.
My eyes don't close
til morning's light.
Lord knows,
will I be alright?
What will tomorrow bring me?
Nothin but rain, grey clouds
and jaded skies.
I'm just waiting for
time to fly.
Hoping you, of all people,
don't pass me by.
Who will tomorrow make me?
Staying awake
by the moonlit night.
Maybe someday
I'll be alright.
Maybe someday
I'll be alright...
Will we?
Will we?