And I thought I heard your voice last night, telling me of all the places we would go.
And I could have sworn that I saw your face in passing last week, smiling like you had a secret to tell.
And once last month I believed that you had called my house, for the message was vague and reeked of your humor.
And this morning I knew that you had left my world, for I looked around and I felt the difference in the air.
And I was relieved this afternoon when I heard that you were happy, and that you thought of me once in a while.
But what will you do when you look for me and I'm not there?
Who will you tell your secrets to when no one is there to take down the message?
Write to me and tell me of your travels.
Call me and speak to me of the thousand nights since I saw you last.
See me and describe for me all of the days that you were gone - of love, of hate, of sunrises and the time the guy at the cleaners lost your favorite shirt.
I never wanted you for more than your friendship... don't ask me for more than hello.
There can be no promises made beyond that word, for it has been years now.
And I still remember the lines of your face.
And I could have sworn that I saw your face in passing last week, smiling like you had a secret to tell.
And once last month I believed that you had called my house, for the message was vague and reeked of your humor.
And this morning I knew that you had left my world, for I looked around and I felt the difference in the air.
And I was relieved this afternoon when I heard that you were happy, and that you thought of me once in a while.
But what will you do when you look for me and I'm not there?
Who will you tell your secrets to when no one is there to take down the message?
Write to me and tell me of your travels.
Call me and speak to me of the thousand nights since I saw you last.
See me and describe for me all of the days that you were gone - of love, of hate, of sunrises and the time the guy at the cleaners lost your favorite shirt.
I never wanted you for more than your friendship... don't ask me for more than hello.
There can be no promises made beyond that word, for it has been years now.
And I still remember the lines of your face.
