another day

By: David Fronius

I wake...
it's another morning without her
I walk...
and the shores of Maine are empty
traces of perfume, she wore
some food bought at the local store
and I start the day alone
I work...
and it's another day, dreaming about her
I rest...
and thoughts come flooding back
to the evening before, when all was right,
until the dream left with the night
and I was alone again,
each time I think she will stay
but with each kiss I can hear her say...
Good-bye

I eat...
and it's another dinner without her
I drive...
and the radio haunts me with her song,
into the night the road calls me,
into her arms I would go, but can't see
and all I embrace is darkness
I lie...
and it's another day, the bed is empty
I dream...
but it is a dream alone,
must have been the trace of perfume she wore,
lying on the pillow, and I swore
that it would never happen again,
each time I think she'll stay
but with each kiss I can hear her say...
Good-bye