I could tell you how lonely it is
In our bed at night
And how I just dread to turn off the light
But I suppose you already know
I could tell you that I’m out of sorts
When your off and gone, and aren’t around
When it’s just me here and you cannot be found
But surely you already know
I could tell you that I don’t eat as good
When you aren’t standing at the stove
Cooking up a tasty treasure trove
But you just have to know
I could tell you I count the hours
Until you come home again
Watching the clock, and agonizing within
But I know you’re counting too
I could tell you how happy I’ll be when I see you
Coming through the front door
Just how much I care for you, oh how I adore
But I know you feel the same
I could tell you that I love you so
And I’m complete when you are near
It makes my heart swell and sing to have you near
But I know you’ll be home soon
Delicately handled – bittersweet and, at the same time, redolent with love. Beautiful!
Thank you so much!