I know we’ve been friends now, on and on
Sharing the love ever so tenderly
Set the alarm for six o’clock
In the morning, you will have to be off
I’ll be missing that smell of you
How will I begin the day?
Take the umbrella
It looks like it might, start to rain
Maybe I will move the furniture around
What am I going to do with, a big empty bed?
Don’t forget to call
To let me know, when you’re going to be, coming home
There’s a hole where my heart used to be
Being careful in what we talk about
You will have to go to terminal three
The walk to short of a distance, to short for me
I always like you in that shirt
I used to wear it when you were gone
My last image of you, here is in the terminal
And the plane fading away in the horizon’s sunset view.
