Whenever I get home I feel the loneliness
Whenever I get home I feel the emptiness
So I put a good record on but my mood still won’t lift
I go on a real long run, but I can’t out run this
Cus when I hold you it still burns, you’re like a record that will not turn
You’re just a headlight on the road—you lit my way and then passed on
But I miss you, as cruel as you are
You’re a pistol just waiting to fire
And if you can't pull the trigger why can't I
Just fire?
Whenever I wake up I feel the loneliness
Whenever I wake up I know I’ve lost somethin’
I reach out in the pitch-dark room but I can’t feel your skin
I walk toward the window to, let good sunlight in.
Cus when I hold you it still burns, you’re like a record that will not turn
You’re just a headlight on the road—you lit my way and then passed on
But I miss you, as cruel as you are
You’re a pistol just waiting to fire
And if you can't pull the trigger why can't I
Just fire?
The sun shines down on you
The sun shines down on me

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