When the morning is cold and
the wind chills my heart
When the waves of despair
make the dark night so long
When the loneliness aches and
there is no place to turn
When the longing becomes too unbearably strong
When there is nothing but troubling view
Nothing but thunder from skies that were blue
What do I do then
what do I do
I think of you then
I think of you

I remember your eyes
I remember your hands
And the love you gave
in return for my own
As I travel each road
wondering what lies ahead
I keep thinking of you and
I am not alone

What do I do then
what do I do
I think of you then
I think of you
I remember your eyes
I remember your hands
And the love you gave
in return for my own
As I travel each road
wondering what lies ahead
I keep thinking of you and
I am not alone