Longing

They say it takes twenty-one days for one to form a New habit So I guess it'll be a while 'fore my poor little heart Starts healing I sit at the end of the wagon where the closest Exits are You're two stations away and it's funny how you're so near Yet so far I know we're no good for each other But with you, I could sleep so much better I wonder if you love another Though I know that I shouldn't bother I guess I'm still that fool who Wishful thinks at half-past two Longing for you It seems that life often moves on before we ever Think it through The green light next to your name has me hoping you might Miss me too I think I still have your ID picture inside My old wallet It's about time I threw it away but I'm not quite Ready yet