You would think by now I would know my way around,
I shouldn't miss you so badly; I should be on familiar ground.
How many more lonely years must meander by
until I learn the lesson: it does no good to cry.
What manner of iron will must some people possess,
to be always looking forward; to never accept regress.
Perhaps if I was willing to let someone take me by the hand,
they could show me a happy place in this unfamiliar land.
Perhaps I'm only homesick for all the joys that once were mine,
But I must accept that they and you belong to another place and time.
But I know that deep within my heart there's a place where only you reside,
and when the pain of loneliness comes it knows that is where I hide.
So if sometimes it seems to you I'm clinging to the past,
it's mostly because I can't yet accept that our love didn't last.
No matter how hard I try I've yet to get over you,
for the part of me that's still alive believes you love me too.
Maybe there will come a day, when that part will finally die,
and feeling strong with a heart reborn a new love I will finally try.
And what a splendid day that will be when I awaken to discover,
I'm happily learning a great new land with a great new friend and lover.