Sometimes late at night
I wonder if you’re alright.
I lay here all alone
sleeping by the telephone.
I dream of you and me
the way it used to be.
What I miss about you and me
is the way we were so very free.
I remember when we were young, and thought life was hard
when in fact we were only dealt a couple of our cards.
Now that we’re older and dealt a full deck
We always end up feeling like are bodies were in a wreck.