When I think too much, I say, "one day at a time"
I say, "I'll be alright, if the girl won't be mine"
I stay busy all day and I cut loose at night
My job pays the rent and my friends are alright
But I still get so lonesome when
I'm waiting for her love to begin
Of all the things that were going so right
What went so wrong?
It's hard enough to have to see you