She wakes up everyday
with a smile and a dozen roses
and as she whistles a song
she's all alone, she doesn't notice.
She makes his coffee
talks to him softly
laughs at his hair
but there's no one there.
And as the night comes along
she sleeps alone but holds his hand
although he can't understand
the next day she'll still pretend.
She'll make his coffee
talk to him softly
laugh at his hair
but he won't be there.
She'll make his coffee
talk to him softly
laugh at his hair
but he won't be there.
She wakes up everyday
with smile and a dozen roses
