I go to sleep with your hand in mine
I wake up at three in the morning
And you’re not where you were lying
And I wonder where you’ve gone
The window’s open, the wind is cold
The moon turns yellow and the night grows old
I wait all night for you to walk in the door
But I know I won’t be seeing you anymore
You used to come home with a smile
And we’d thank God for the life we’d made
We’d share some wine and talk for a while
About war, oil and how to make lemonade
One day you left the window open to the cold
It was dark and you weren’t there for me to hold
I waited all night for you to walk in the door
Till I realized I might not see you anymore
You kissed me softly and you put on your shoes
You said you were going for a walk in the park
At that moment I had a feeling I would lose
You promised me you’d be home before dark
But tonight the wind blows harsh and cold
The moon’s disappearing and my song is old
I wait all night for you to walk in the door
But I guess you won’t be coming home anymore.
