I've chased all the cracks,
up and down the ceilin
worn a path across these hardwood floors.
I've starred at the wall,
and I've looked out the window
and I prayed for your knock upon my door.
There's a sad lover's moon shinin on the evenin.
I miss you more than ever,
and I'm sorry that you're gone.
I wish things were different,
I have no way of knowing,
if you're all by yourself tonight.
You ain't alone.
Cold coffee on the stove,
and on the table in the kitchen,
there's a busted hand of midnight solitare.
There's a ghost in the bedroom,
a nightgown on the dresser,
a broken heart that wishes you were there.
There's a sad lover's moon shinin on the evenin.
I miss you more than ever,
and I'm sorry that you're gone.
I wish things were different,
I have no way of knowing,
if you're all by yourself tonight.
You ain't alone.
Tears of sorrow and regret,
ashtrays full of cigarettes,
empty bottles lined up just like soldiers.
Bet by now somebody holds her.