Under that dark night sky
Pulling through the night of wondering
My dear lone man sat afar off into the night
I hope he returns, not to dare leave me

I had my share of lovers
One says maybe I'm bit of a wanderer
One saying that I too, wished could find a true love
Maybe one that would stay

They all seemed to walk out
When I drifted off into another scramble
But I can't help it
The words come right through my mouth

He hasn't returned yet
It's nearly midnight, right on the dot
He might be late cause of work
He must be late cause of work

Through that night
I began to wonder for myself
What true love is exactly?
Does it exist at all?

I thought to myself over and over
How many have I had?
How many times have I made them suffer?
How many times have I floated off into another world?

He never came home that night
Nor the days after
I'm left alone once again
But maybe that's not all too bad?

I close my eyes, the pen in my grasp
I know that I am not alone
One may think I am, seeing me without a someone
But I got myself, my stories, and the night...