The Rockstar would always dream of the day when they would sing together. He dreams of her sweet melodic voice blending in with him while back-to-back, strumming and picking the strings of their guitars. He had a cassette-record copy of this song, sleeping in his things, waiting to be sung again.
Another day to spend
all by myself. Hoping for this
lonely afternoon to end.
Laying on my bed, Oh, How i miss
Feel the gentle breeze on
Lonely afternoons, it’s getting colder
Listening to songs we sang
When we were together, I remember
(whispering I love you in my ear)
(I wish you would never leave)
(As I hold you close to me)
(I feel much better now)
(I hope this never ends)