I still make the coffee for two At the table, I still set a for you Just in case you come home, I keep The light on even while I sleep
Every time the telephone rings I think it's you and suddenly my starts to sing But your sweet voice is only a memory Fragments of a fading melody
How am I supposed to on When the road in front of me is gone How can I believe this really is goodbye How, when the truth is like a lie
Constantly living yesterday That is why I slowly dying here today Holding onto time in photographs Frozen moments caught between the glass
How am I supposed to carry on When the road in front of me gone How can I believe this really is goodbye How, when the truth is like a lie
Tell me, how am I supposed to carry on When the road in front of is gone How can I believe this really is When the truth is just like a lie
Tell me, how am I supposed to carry on When the road in front me is gone How can I believe this really is goodbye How, how, how, when the truth is like a lie