What do you do when love has flown,
and you've never felt so all alone?
You can't go back on the same old track,
And the whistle blows: "Move on there Jack."
Sometimes I love you so much , I don't know what to do.
Shall I take a ride through the desert, to hide the mist that arises
in my eyes, and the lump in my throat
that I can scarcely swallow when I feel you near
Sometimes, I just want to leap the barrier
And shout out loud--
"Good Lord! Don't you know I Love You
beyond all reason."
I don't know what to do, today,
if you're not here.
Will my wheels spin in
myriad directions--
like they do in the top of my head?
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