Tonight is lonely after arriving back home from hockey.
This street, without you anchoring the other end,
seems to be off-kilter,
and this end of it just undulates.
With neighbors coming over
to act the ass in front of
those folks that brought
me into this world,
I wonder what is the point?
What makes me believe in mankind,
or what you and I once held
so dearly between us.
I know that the bed will be cold.
It always is since you left.
I want to be strong, G,
pretend like I can live without you.
I can, I know this now,
but I try to play it cool,
when the longing comes,
I try not to scream,
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
baby, Baby, please,
come back to me.