I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.

And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you,
‘Cause each time you reach out there’s no reply.
I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you,
And risk another goodbye.

And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.

We made quite a mess, babe.
It’s probably better off this way.
And I confess, babe.
That in my dreams you’re touching my face,
And asking me if I'd want to try again with you,
And I almost do.

And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.

I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city.
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me.