I close the door.

Like so many times, so many times before.

Filmed like a scene on the cutting room floor.

When I let you walk away tonight.

Without a word!



I try to sleep, yeah!

But the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me.

A thousand more regrets unraveling, ohh

If you were here right now,

I swear,

I'd tell you this



Baby I don't want to waste another day.

Keeping it inside it's killing me'

Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you.

I'm wishing I could find the words to say.

Baby I would tell you every time you leave.

I'm inconsolable!



I still miss national camp much!

Can't stop talking about it either!