Here I sit waiting till what seems the end of time
I know you’re out there somewhere some place.
Every day I sit here wondering how to make you mine.
I keep wondering why I am here still alone
I fill in the spaces now with every written line.
Time is slowly passing me by and my heart is full
Here I am now feeling more and more on my own.
I thought I had all the answers and was so ready to give in
But what’s giving in when there is no one to give too
I am lost in my own soul and now feeling the blues
I get so confused and finding you are on my mind
Please come to me and start to give me the time
I turn at night and still touch an empty pillow
A year ago my pillow had a head to the fill that space
Soon I hope I will touch not the pillow but a loving face.