On the Fourth Floor

Sittingalone in this third floor apartment

Asalone as a body can be,

Staringat streetlamps til way after midnight

Starvingfor your company.

Longingto call, but knowing you’re busy

Withyour life and your brand new love. You’re up on the fourth floor

WhileI sit here longing,

Withheaven just one floor above.

 

Therewas a time when you said you loved me

Andpromised to always be true,

ButI wasn’t ready, the timing seemed wrong, and

Iacted just like a fool.

Nowthat I know the mistake that I made

You’vehad the strength to move on.

You’reup on the fourth floor,

Happyat last,

WhileI sit here drinking alone.

 

Noone can know how good we might have been

IfI had seen Heaven back when.

Ican’t help but wonder; would I get it right

IfI had the chance to start over again?

 

Ihope you’re happy. Hope that it lasts.

Ihope that he’ll always be true.

Butif things don’t work out, just call out my name

AndI will come running to you.

Onefloor below you, just biding my time,

Knowingthat Heaven’s in view

Upon the fourth floor you smile down at me

AndI’m patiently waiting for you.