If I want you in the middle of the night I dream on as usual.
In my bed I dream on each night.
Seems somehow to make it right.
You have left me here all alone.
My dreams bring you back home.
My bed grows cold waiting for you.
The love I have was meant for two.
You decided you wanted another.
You left me now I cry and wonder.
I dream on when I need you here.
With imagination I have you near.
I pray to God living in these days.
He sends you back to me to stay.