At night i stay awake....
thinking of you....
i count the stars...
and say a ryme...
just wish'n you...
would come home...
i no if something happens...
you'll come running....
but i wanna no....
that if i need you....
you'll be there....
life is....
being washed away....
cuz of you....
i'll look...
into the black sky...
count the stars....
think of you....
and wish you'd come home...
until you actually do...
