Why do I sit by the phon night after night Wanting to talk to you? I don’t know Why do I drive by your house up and down he block Wanting to see you I don’t know why I feel this way I can’t explain why it remains
I guess I’m still in love Even after getting used to being without you I guess I’m still in love After all these years I’m thinking Why can’t you be here with me?
Why do I search through my mail day after day Hoping to hear from you? I don’t know Why do I still hear your voice every time I dream? Still I have no clue I don’t know what it’s coming to What can I do? I’m not over you