I searched all night for you, darling. I braved the dark streets and the harsh wind. I think I saw you one time or two - under a lamppost, across the street. But I knew it couldn't be you, you couldn't be true.

I waited all night for you, darling. I stayed up reading my book and sipping my coffee. You called in the morning to say you were too tired. I knew asking for you was too much. All that waiting still wasn't enough.