I'm almost sleeping the whole night through

Without waking up, in a cold sweat

To half premonitions of you

When the morning comes

It brings the sun

And through the blinds it strikes the bed

On the side where you slept

I haven't kept

The room clean like I should

Where you used to get dressed

It's such a mess now

Now

It was the little things you would do

When we were on the bus

You gave up your seat

To a women who was older then you

And when we got to her stop helped her onto the curb

You could see how proud I was

And if you ever complain

It wasn't in vain

It was because things got real bad

I tried to make it all good

If I only could now

Trace your hand

On paper so

When I wake up

I will know

That you were here

Not just a dream

A figment of

Imagining

Through my yard

With movements slow

Yellow light

Of the moons glow

A memory of

A silhouette

Something that

I'll never get (x2)