I can tell it's been a while
Since you've been at my place
The plants are in a fade
Your pillow's not the same
And in the morning
Your old bowls are put away
Oh, what a thing to hate
Whenever you're not with me

Is it a distant dream?
Hearing you calling me
Coming in from the night
Guess I'm not sleeping right
I'm just tired
And listening for you
And listening for you

Easy to let in the chilly air of solitude
Whenever you're away
What else is there to do?
And I realize that love can never fade
If you water it the same as the plants whose care you take

Is it a distant dream?
Hearing you calling me
Coming in from the night
Guess I'm not sleeping right
I'm just tired
And listening for you
And listening for you