Where do you go to when you feel nobody cares? Do you think of your old friend and wish I was there? Do you ever remember all the fun things we did, the good times we had and the feelings we hid? Now I know you weren't ready for my kind of love But it isn't that different than the one you're thinking of 'cause all that really matters is that the love you feel is strong and that strength comes from the feeling that you really belong I'm not saying that I think you were wrong and I was right I'm just wishing you were here on my own lonely night
Here the weather's so clear and the moon is so bright as I watch the couples staring up at the stars in the sky and once I would have felt those same feelings inside and the warmth of my love would have shone through my eyes but tonight the stars look cold and so unreachably high And there's no one to turn to and I'm too tired to cry Ah but if you ever read this don't think you're to blame You did what you had to and in that there's no shame I'm not trying to say that you were wrong and I was right I'm just wishing you were here on my own lonely night
So where do you go to when the world leaves you alone When your heart has many questions but not a single home When you're sick of being told the love you're feeling is wrong and you've kept it to yourself for too incredibly long and though you've found many others who seem to feel like you do there's still no special other that makes you feel special too Now I hear you're getting married to someone I've never met and I'm jealous, and I'm saddened, and I'm full of regrets Still I'm not saying that I was wrong and you were right I'm just wishing you were here on my own lonely night
James H. Webb
I don't know about the rest of you but a lot of times poems and songs come to me as mysterious gifts from my subconscious. This one I grabbed and altered slightly to approach the subject from the perspective of a gay lover and the added complications that that orientation brings to an unrequitted love. I don't envy them in this regard.