"I bet this time of night you're still up.
I bet you're tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window,
Looking out at the city,
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know, every time I don't,
I almost do.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
Cause each time you reach out there's no reply.
I bet it never ever occurred to you that
I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye.
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know, every time I don't,
I almost do.
Oh, we made quite a mess, babe.
It's probably better off this way.
And I confess, babe, in my dreams
You're touching my face and asking me
If I want to try again with you,
And I almost do.
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know, every time I don't,
I almost do.
I bet this time of night you're still up.
I bet you're tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you're sitting in your chair beside the window,
Looking out at the city.
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me."
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