1st Verse:
I'm not thinking about you, and I don't care...

You take for granted each and every day,
The morning and the sunrise, but still you do not...

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread...

A blank look upon your face endures,
A misery in your heart is pure...

1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...

Miles and miles have driven us apart,
And I have had half a dozen new starts...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

Wishing for something,
But I don't know what it is...

Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

The new year, embrace it, its here!
Let the old one fall away, as well as the fear...

My beating heart, that's all I hear,
Almost seven years now, and you're still here...