The suns sets and the street lights flicker on.
Another night on the town without you.
I'll write a hundred songs about her that she will never hear.
She will never hear me say "I love you. I miss you.
Without you... I'll be lonely.", but that's the story of my life.
I guess I could sing about how I'm sorry that I never took the time
To tell you how I feel, but that would be a lie.
I have no regrets and we both had our chance to say
"I love you. I miss you. Without you... I'll be lonely."
No, everything's not alright. It's 4 AM and I'm lying in bed.
Three hours until the sun will rise and dry the dew off
The windshield of the car I used to pick you up on Saturdays.
It's 4 AM and I'm lying in bed dreaming of you.
I don't want to wake up or say goodbye.