Too Many Mornings

Too many mornings
Waking and pretending I reach for you
Thousands of mornings
Dreaming of my girl
All that time wasted
Merely passing through
Time I could have spent
So content
Wasting time with you
Too many mornings
Wishing that the room might be filled with you
Morning to morning
Turning into days
All the days that I thought would never end
All the nights with another day to spend
All those times I'd look up to see
Sally standing at the door
Sally moving to the bed
Sally resting in my arms
With her head against my head
If you don't kiss me, Ben, I think I'm gonna die
How I planned
What I'd wear tonight and
When should I get here
How should I find you
Where I'd stand
What I'd say in case you didn't remember
How I'd remind you
You remembered
And my fears were wrong!
Was it ever real?
Did I ever love you this much?
Did we ever feel
So happy then?
It was always real
I should have worn green
And I've always loved you this much
I wore green the last time
We can always feel
The time I was happy
Too many mornings
Wasted in pretending I reach for you
How many mornings
Are there still to come!
How much time can we hope that there will be?
Not much time, but it's time enough for me
If there's time to look up and be/see
Sally standing at the door
Sally moving to the bed
Sally resting in your/my arms
With your head against my head