What is a day
without your smile
without your face
What is an hour
without your voice
What is each moment
when you’re not there
when you’re not there
Without your love

Just the morning air I breathe
with the people passing by
Thinking of the chance that passed
when we said our last goodbye
Thinking what I should have said
Wond’ring what we could have had
as I saw you passing by
as I saw you passing by