©Sailing Paper

Hey stranger
If that’s the term
That I should use
From here on out
Or maybe it’s better left alone

I hold some hope
But what’s the use
We pick it up
Just to put it down
Is there something that I should have known?

I tell ‘em
It’s over
“Where’d she go from here, your lover?”
No matter
Who was wrong
It’s all the same familiar song

So I won’t forget to breathe again
Or overlook deceit again
But when there’s not much else to do
Somehow there’s time to think of you
A waste of time


A waste of time
[When I think of you]
A waste of time
[When I think of you]


So hey they think I’m crazy
And introduce me to other ladies
But I don’t seem to care
Daydream sometimes, I’m here but not here

We’ll never speak again
And I can live with one less friend
But when it seems the day is through
Somehow there’s time to think of you
A waste of time


I should have known better
Than to trust my heart
So I’ll write this letter
To get a start

But it just a waste of time
When I think of you