so here i am, again.
just lying here wih nothing
but the radio and an old magazine.
i haven't slept in days, 'cause all i seem to think about is you
and how i can't be at your side.
its funny how most people only want a contact, a physical touch
and all we have is nothing but a couple hundred miles, a telephone line
and something most people want but can't obtain...

a lil something called love...