The thought of waking up one morning last August
And you were no longer waiting for me outside my door
But, I'm coming back to you
How wonderful, how sweet.

The thought of staying up late at night
And going to visit you after a cup of coffee with Mike
Waving and saying hello,
And you always waved back.

The thought of a late night romance
And you being a pervert and watching
But that's alright, I forgive you
We all get a little curious sometimes.

The thought of me missing you
Wondering if you have been missing me.
I know you can forget people so easily,
But I'll stop by and visit when I get back home.