Started the day at 5:30 this morning

Still half asleep, reached toward her pillow

No one there, she left before daybreak

A brief kiss on the cheek introducing heartache

A flip of her hair as she walked out the door

I won't see her anymore



She wants to be the world's finest actress

Or did she say a famous ballerina

Either way, I'll be left here

While far away, she won't remember

All of the simple things we used to do

Why does she need something new



Live my life in quiet desperation

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns

I'll be living in quiet desperation



She doesn't feel the need to be close to someone

Too many dreams, different roads to follow

But perhaps, someday she'll be returning

Maybe call, talk about the old times

But still it seems that those days are all gone

How can I carry on



Live my life in quiet desperation

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns

I'll be living in quiet desperation

But still it seems that those days are all gone

How can I carry on



Live my life in quiet desperation

Trapped in the clouds, no sunshine in sight

Still have my hopes, but 'til she returns

I'll be living in quiet desperation

Writer : LORD, PETER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing