And as I lie in bed,
Staring at the ceiling above me,
The rise and fall of my chest
Reminding me that I am alive,
Listening to the rain,
Landing on the roof,
The sky assures me that
There is nothing wrong
With having a good cry.

The large, black birds,
They crowed at each other.
And anyone who happened to hear,
Would have thought they were arguing.
But I knew,
They were crazy about each other,
And passionately in love.

I was lost in you,
With no worries on my face,
For I was found too.

Today I thought that maybe,
Just maybe,
Today would be the day.
That you’d pick up the phone,
Send me a message,
Tell me that you missed me
And that you’d made a mistake.
I waited and waited,
Hoping that maybe
You’d send the message,
That maybe you missed me.

But maybe tomorrow will be the day.