In the nights I feel empty things without you. In the days I hear empty things about you. I can't feel this way about you. So I keep my days at home and sleep alone Because you're somewhere, Listening to Chet Baker without me...
And when I hear a knock on my door It's not you... And when I hear a song, whispered in my ear, It's not you... (So why pretend?) I can't feel this way about you. So I keep my way home and sleep alone Because you're somewhere, Listening to Chet Baker without me...