I guess you wonder what's become of me well I'm doing fine

I've just got so much to do I lose track of time

I come home and go to sleep I get up and go to work

And before I know it I've marked another day off my calendar

It's been one year two months three weeks and four days without you

Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you

The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting but who's counting



I go out to see a show when I can squeeze one in

But sometimes a game of solitare takes all weekend

I listen to the radio or watch TV till it goes off

The rest of the time I just sit around staring at the clock

It's been one year two months...

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Who counts the nights of a walking the floor

And who keeps track of tears anymore

I for one don't have time to waste

It doesn't matter to me that tomorrow makes tomorrow makes

One year two months...