I know he too is awake and stirring
And I'm not alone, kept from sleep
Despite night's games of dreams and sheep
I wonder how he'd start, a yawn, a hello
Would it feel right
To feel his embracing voice tonight
I wonder what he thinks of this late
Of the places he'd been, the girls that he knew?
Or the twist of fate that joined us two?
Would his breath soothe me into sleep?
I wonder if he would have said
That great things lie for me ahead
His words like a gentle kiss
And I wouldn't take it to mean anything
Not anything at all
I just want him to call