I miss those days when I'd look aroun,d
And see memories of you scattered through the house,
Books that you love on a shelf with your notes,
The smell of a dinner that's worth a toast.

You're working late, no, it's not your fault,
They asked you to move, then said you had to go,
It's for the best and it's not forever,
We thought it would change our lives, weren't we clever?

This time of year makes me wish you were,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.

This holiday, I sit here alone, waiting to chat one more time on the phone,
I miss your touch and your smell, your words,
Won't you come home, even if for the worst?

Then what do I hear?
A knock on the door,
Is this everything I've been asking for?

This time of year, I'm so happy that you're,
This love I feel, babe, I need you here.

The morning wakes you up
With a heavy head on the pillow
See the light on the buildings Leave the water running
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I can see why you’re running
In the night, you told me
It all would be fine
Not to worry about it
But you can hear it humming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I can see why you’re running