I watch you walk across the room, not really
knowing what it is you're thinking.
Wondering if I'm there in your head, somewhere,
wandering from thought to thought.
Do you ever think about me, Babe,
the way you used to way back when.
You would tell me you were thinking of me,
sometime, during the course of the day.
Sometimes I couldn't wait to touch you, when
I came home from the day at work.
It didn't matter what you looked like,
or what you wearing, I wanted you.
We could be out some where, together
or with friends or family, doing anything.
If we separated, I always knew where
you were, like I could feel you.
At parties, we'd see each other across the room,
smile a little bit, look a little bit, just stare.
We'd finally meet in the middle of the room,
standing there with you, my skin would tingle.
I so loved being in love, with you,
all the time, since we met long ago.
Why did you make me start thinking, about
wanting something else, I thought I didn't have?
That was wrong, because I already had it,
I had everything I'd ever wanted.
I had you, right there, in my heart, and in
my hands, with no reason to look anywhere else.
I still look for you from across the room, and
my skin still tingles when you're close to me.
I still can't wait to touch you when I come home,
no matter what you look like, or what you're wearing.
Whenever we go somewhere, and we separate,
I still know where you are, I can still feel you.
And you're in my head somewhere, wandering
around from thought to thought.
I still wonder if I'm in your thoughts somewhere,
not knowing what else you're thinking.
Wondering if you'll tell me you were thinking
of me sometime during the day, like before.
Do I still have everything I'd ever wanted?
I really don't know anymore, Babe, I really don't.
I still love being in love with you,
all the time, just more so, now.
I watch you walk across the room, not really
knowing what it is you're thinking.
Wondering if I'm in your head, somewhere,
wandering from thought to thought.
