nights pass sitting at the window
waiting for you to come around
I’m in this groovy isolation
watching the moonlight touch the ground
I had some guests that sat at my table
they came from other parts of town
and as they laughed I looked inside them
discovered there’s no one around
and all around are walls and a dark room
the music flows a soft sweet sound
the alcohol it works inside me
the echoes in my head bring me down
to you, but just a vision of you
and it seems that the sun will never come
to take me away to the place I need to be
and it’s hard when you know that all you love is far away
and I know all this waiting is doing me no good
but should I stop or should I move on when either way I’ll die?
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