Your side of the bed

Lord, I miss you
I just can't get it through my weary head you're really gone

I just can't believe it, but all of a sudden
I've got too much bed for one man alone

The nights drag by and it gets harder all the time
To go to sleep wWithout your soft skin touching mine

And I woke up on your side of the bed again this mornin'
With the old alarm clock ringin' half-past-eight
With that old familiar hunger and my arms wrapped 'round your shadow
I woke up on your side of the bed

Another funky morning, Sunday's dead
And Monday's dripping down my window pane

I wake up shaking, staring at the walls
And listening to the lonesome sound of the falling rain

I just can't make myself believe that you don't care
I keep on dreaming I'll wake up and you'll be there

And I woke up on your side of the bed again this mornin'
With my old alarm clock ringin' half-past-eight
With that old familiar hunger and my arms wrapped 'round your shadow
I woke up on your side of the bed

I woke up on your side of the bed again this mornin'
With my old alarm clock ringin' half-past-eight
With that old familiar hunger and my arms wrapped 'round your shadow
I woke up on your side of the bed

Lord, I woke up on your side of the bed again this mornin'
With my old alarm clock ringin'