Where...

Late at night,
sitting here waiting for morning light,

Thinking and dreamig of you,
wishing and hoping you feel that way too,

My only wish is for your hand to brush mine,
not once but many times,

Dreaming of my eyes meeting yours,
to hear your vioce would bring me to the floor,

Sometimes I think it's all a game,
and sometimes it makes me insane,

But in the end I know that you'll always be there,
and that's why I sit here waiting and wishing and dreaming of where you are...