When I wake up
to the moon shining in,
I've got to ask myself,
"Does this seem right,
To be here alone on this night,
waiting for you to
come crawling in?"

And if I wake up
and you're next to me,
I feel I've got to
shake myself from dreaming.
What's going on? what's all this meaning?
I should be waiting
for you like I always do.

When you're gone,
I want you here.
When you're here,
you wish you're gone.
If this is supposed
to be what I want,
then why does it
still feel so wrong?

And when you're there
in your crowd
of empty faces,
tell me, is that where you belong?
Tell me if you think I'm wrong
in wanting you
to just come home.

And when you're there
inside his eyes,
do you ever stop
to think of me?
Is this where you want to be?
so very far
away from me?

When you're gone
I'm lying here.
When you're here,
you're lying, too.
If you don't want this,
let me know
so I can get
away from you.