I bet this time of night you're still up I bet you're tired from a long hard week I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window Looking at the city And I bet sometimes you wonder about me And I just want to tell you It takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do I bet you think I either moved on or hate you Cause each time you reach out there's no reply I bet it never occurred to you that I can't say hello to you And risk another goodbye Oh we made quite a mess It's probably better off this way And I confess In my dreams you're touching my face And asking me if I want to try again with you And I almost do