I dream of the way it use to be
when you use to make love to me
so passionate all through the night
making love until it was daylight.
Now I lay here alone and so blue
longing and missing loving you
but you are too tired for love anymore
working so hard you pass out
when you come through the door.
Leaving me wanting and needing so much
the soft tender caress of a lover's touch
unfulfilled and so empty it seems
nothing but shattered hopes and dreams.
Somehow I'm suppose to understand this
when instead I long for your passionate kiss
where oh where did my lover go
where is the man that I loved so?