Lipstick on my pillow
and some forgotten laundry on the line
you know it feels more than aching
so very close to breaking this heart of mine
can't you see I'm lonely
too lonely not to be with you

Some make-up in the bathroom
and your golden hair down in my sink
yes I've been through some denying
even did my share of lying, without a blink
can't you see I'm lonely
too lonely not to be with you

Most flowers in the garden
longing for your touch and a little rain
I even feel much smaller
in my silly ways to call her, back again
can't you see I'm lonely
too lonely not to be with you