The birds have all flown to their roosts.
The air is vacant, save for the stars
That one by one begin to appear.
I wish to them one by one you weren't so far.

I'll count the stars this lonely night
Till there are none left.
Then I'll call out your name
With the last of my breath.

Waiting for you to return,
Only to find my hopes in vain.
Thinking of the last time we spoke,
When you kissed me goodbye in the rain.

It was that stormy night that showed
How well tears mix with the rain;
But it's this wounded heart
That may never feel right again.

I wonder where you are
And if I'll see you soon.
Out of stars to make a wish,
I wish for you to the moon.