Too much time on my hands 
Too much time to think of what 
Could be, should be 
but never was

Loneliness sneaks up on me  
When I'm not looking, making me wish to hear
That deep voice resounding
Feel strong arms holding me in their firm grip

Where are you, my love 
Why can't you find me
Why can't I see you 
Why am I still waiting for you

This life is filled with empty sounds
Melodies of love unspent
Hopes unfilled in the quiet of endless nights
and too much time on my hands