Dreams, that's where i have to go, to see your beautiful face anymore. I stare a picture of you and listen to the radio, hope there's a conversation, where we both admit we had it good but until then it's alienation. I know, that much is understood, and i realize..
If you ask me how i'm doin' just fine, i would lie and say that you're not on my mind. But i go out, and i sit down, at a table set for two, and finally i'm forced to face the truth. No matter what they say, i'm not over you..
Damn boy you do it well.. And i thought you were innocent, you took this heart and put it through hell. But still you magnificent, I'm a boomerang doesn't matter how you throw me, turn around and back in the game. Even better than the old me, but i'm not even close without you..
And if i had the chance to renew, you know there isn't a thing i wouldn't do.. I could get back on the right track. But only if you'd be convinced, so until then..