Well, I’m not alright
Looking out this window at these blinding city lights
Thinking, “Why hasn’t she called me?”
Check my phone just to see
Maybe she was just out of sight

I guess she was right
Running down these lonely streets
On a pouring Sunday night
She had a spark that I just can’t forget
Maybe it was for the best
Maybe she was just out of sight

Now, I know I can love
But can I find it for myself?
Now, I know I can love
But couldn’t it be someone else?

I’ve been contrite
Feeling out of my own hands
When I see your hazel eyes
Tortured by these pictures on the mantle
I see them and I just don’t know
Maybe she was just out of sight

I’ll turn out fine
I’m my own damn person
There’s no sense in telling why
But our ghosts are kissing in that back room
Waiting there for spring to bloom
Maybe she was just out of sight

Well, maybe she’s got someone else to love?
To call her at night, longing for her touch?
To fall in her arms when life is just too much?
Well, baby I’m done