Here . . .

You wait for the tears to fall, but they won’t
You think you should know what to say, but you don’t

Here at the break of day, the world moving on its way

Without her

You sitting there staring into the distance
Like you’re putting up some kind of resistance

But you better seek the dawn
It’s like this river that you’re on

Here where the sorrows flow, with all you will never know

About her

Here, you’re here

The city waking up off in the distance
They’re all working on some other existence

But you can’t quite seem to care, like you know they’re not going anywhere

Here were the sorrows flow
Here where the questions grow, with all you will never know

About her

You wait for the tears to fall, but they won’t
You think you should know what to say, but you don’t

Here at the break of dawn, the world moving on

Without her

- Jackson Browne