How Tonight Will Go

One, two, three, four

I've landed
Tell me, was I on your mind?
As I made my way home through the sky
Looking back, missing what's in the lines
'Cause I missed you
But I'm afraid to tell you that
I got a feelin' that you won't say it back
And I'm not ready to go back to sad

'Cause I've been so sad for so long
And I thought something good could come on

But I know exactly how tonight will go
You'll call me on the telephone at eight
And say "it's gettin' late
And why don't we just wait 'til tomorrow?
'Cause I feel no sorrow when you're not here"

If only were satisfied with me
Don't have a house or a job
Just a heart and it throbs
But those pulses seem to push you away
Away

You're always tired at night
By the time I get to you, you've turned out the lights

So I know exactly how this month will go
You'll call me on the telephone at eight
And say "it's gettin' late
And why don't we just wait 'til tomorrow?
'Cause I feel no sorrow when you're not here"

Good fucking god