Here I am, again, alone,

Wondering what to do.

Should I talk to myself?

Or watch movies in lieu

Of the time I wish I had

To spend here with you.

Here I am, again, alone,

Wondering what to do.

Why’s it have to happen this way?

Leaving me lonely and sad.

I guess this is just when His grace

Turns good what seems so bad.

I just need a moment

To think all of this through.

For what would happen to the time

That God gave me and you?

Would it disappear like lightning?

Or would it fade like the rain?

Or would it circle through our lifetimes

Just to find us again?

Will it disappear like lightning?

Or will it find us again?