#987

Dreams, that's where I have to go to see your beautiful face anymore 

I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio 

Hope, hope there's a conversation, we both admit we had it good 

But until then it's alienation, I know, that much is understood 

And I realize

If you ask me how I'm doing I would say I'm doing just fine 

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind 

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two 

And finally I'm forced to face the truth, no matter what I say I'm not over you.