When the day is long,
And there's nowhere I seem to belong;
I think of you.
And the night is cold,
And my arms need someone to hold;
I think of you.

On an empty street,
With just the echoes of my own two feet;
I think of you.
Turning the key in the door,
Entering my lonely room as before;
I think of you.

As I fall asleep,
Too tired even to care or weep;
I think of you.
Then at daylight I wake,
And the tears fall till I shake;
As I think of you.

When I try to make another start,
Gathering together the remains of my heart;
I think of you.
Listening to rain falling,
I Imagine I hear you calling;
As I think of you.

Forgetting where I am or why,
Preoccupied, trying not to cry;
As I think of you,
Until, home once more,
Lying in a heap upon the floor:
I think of you.

Till twilight fades to black,
And I pretend you’re coming back;
And wait for you.
And waiting all night through,
With nothing else to do;
I just think of you.