I spend the night in a chair thinking he'll be there but he never comes and wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and I rise to face another day without him it's just no good anymore when you walk through a door of an empty room you go inside and set a table for one it's no fun to face another day without him weeper is the pretty balloon that took us to the moon such a beautiful thing but it's ended now it sounds like a lie if I say I'd rather die than live without him love is such a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock but the hands of the clock tell the lovers to part and it's breaking my heart to spend a day without him weeper is the pretty balloon that took us to the moon such a beautiful thing but it's ended now it sounds like a lie if I say I'd rather die than live without him can't live without him I can't live without him I spend the night in a chair thinking he'll be there but he never comes