As the Night Comes Along
She wakes up every day
With a smile and a dozen roses
And as she whistles a song
She's all alone, she doesn't notice
She makes his coffee talks to him softly
Laughs at his hair but there's no one there
And as the night comes along
She sleeps alone but holds his hand
Although he can't understand
The next day she'll still pretend
She'll make his coffee talk to him softly
Laugh at his hair but he won't be there
She'll make his coffee talk to him softly
Laugh at his hair but he won't be there
She wakes up every day
With a smile and a dozen roses