Laying On The Cold Cement
Starring Up At The Cloudless Sky
I Can't Help But To Think That
I'm Secretly Hoping A Car Will Come Speeding By
And That All Of This Will Surely End.

Laying On The Cold Hard Earth
Starring Up At The Starry Sky
I Can't Help But To Secretly Wish
That He Was Laying Here Next To Me

Sitting Outside On The Old Porch Swing
Starring Out At The Cloud Filled Sky
I Can't Help But To Think About
All The Things That Happened
And How I Miss It There So Much