What a waste of time if I’m not spending time with you.
I always seem to mind if I’m not spending time with you.

Sometimes I wonder what I used to do
When I was me and you were you.
Staying indoors, going upstairs,
Going out clubbing and gelling my hair.

Cigarettes are fine and I like a glass of wine or two.
I always seem to mind if I’m not doing time with you.

How much longer till you come back home?
The hours pass and no one phones.
But then you call on the way
And you walk through the door and you’re here to stay.