Started the day at 5:30 this morning 

Still half asleep, reached toward her pillow 

No one there, she left before daybreak 

A brief kiss on the cheek introducing heartache 

A flip of her hair as she walked out the door 

I won't see her anymore



She wants to be the world's finest actress 

Or did she say a famous ballerina 

Either way, I'll be left here 

While far away, she won't remember 

All of the simple things we used to do 

Why does she need something new



Live my life in quiet desperation 

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight 

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns 

I'll be living in quiet desperation



She doesn't feel the need to be close to someone 

Too many dreams, different roads to follow 

But perhaps, someday she'll be returning 

Maybe call, talk about the old times 

But still it seems that those days are all gone 

How can I carry on



Live my life in quiet desperation 

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight 

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns 

I'll be living in quiet desperation 

But still it seems that those days are all gone 

How can I carry on



Live my life in quiet desperation 

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight 

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns 

I'll be living in quiet desperation ...