As I sit by myself,
IÔÇÖve come from so, so far away.
In such little time, I have gave,
My soul, my mind, IÔÇÖve tried so hard to find.
Is this what I must do, to get by?
And I ask myself why?
Why donÔÇÖt you write, why donÔÇÖt you call me,
IÔÇÖll wait here.
IÔÇÖll find my way, or will you help me out this year?
Does she understand me?
Listen to what I say.
Turning her back, on my dreams.
Watching, waiting.
You turn your back.
IÔÇÖll find my way home,
You turn your back.
Turn your back on my dream,
So strong, so weak, weÔÇÖre stronger still.
Is this what I must do?
This I, why?
I know.
Why donÔÇÖt you write, why donÔÇÖt you call me,
IÔÇÖll wait here.
IÔÇÖll find my way, or will you help me out this year?
