| As I sit by myself, | |
| I've come from so, so far away | |
| In such little time, I have gave, | |
| My soul, my mind, I've tried so hard to find | |
| Is this what I must do, to get by? | |
| And I ask myself why? | |
| Why don't you write, why don't you call me, | |
| I'll wait here | |
| I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year? | |
| Does she understand me? | |
| Listen to what I say | |
| Turning her back, on my dreams | |
| Watching, waiting | |
| You turn your back | |
| I'll find my way home, | |
| You turn your back | |
| Turn your back on my dream, | |
| So strong, so weak, we're stronger still | |
| Is this what I must do? | |
| This I, why? | |
| I know | |
| Why don't you write, why don't you call me, | |
| I'll wait here | |
| I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year? |