My throat quits when I try to say

How I long for the day

How I wish there was a way

I could see you again

I wither next to my thorns

I thread my tongue through the horn

Arm in arm we are born

Arm in arm to the end

Side streets I have worn

Through late summer storms

I should have told you

I could live without you

But I don't want to

My heart lifts when I sing

The joy I can bring

Doesn't mean a thing

I want to see you again

I wither next to my thorns

I thread my tongue through the horn

Arm in arm in arm we are born

Arm in arm to the end

Side streets I have worn

Through late summer storms

I should have told you

I could live without you

But I don't want to

My throat quits when I try to say

How I long for the day

How I wish there was a way

To see you again

Side streets I have worn

Through late summer storms

I should have told you

I could live without you

But I don't want to

But I don't want to

I don't want to