I spend the night in a chair thinking he'll be there
but he never comes and then I wake up
wipe the sleep from my eyes and I rise
and face another day without him
and face another day without him
it's just no good anymore when you walk through the door of
an empty room and then you go inside and set the table for one
it's no fun to spend another day without him to
spend another day without him
love
is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing
And it grooves like a clock,
but the clock on the wall
Tell the lovers to part,
and it's breaking my heart
To have to spend the day without him
To spend another day without him
Can't go on
without him It's all wrong without him
Well, it's all wrong without him
