Happening to me all the time.
You inside.
Cannot stand feeling you away.
Cannot get a clue to follow you this way.
And the past strikes one more time...
And you doubt of me as I did the day before.
Just now, just now boy... are you thinking about me?
Drifting away like a cloud I drive myself into madness 'cause you're not here...
Afraid of somebody catching your attention...
Afraid of me... of me not being able to hold you tight.
