Counting down the long hours,
tonight you shall be late;
I won’t see your pretty face
until it’s half past eight.
Today I miss you dearly,
just like a lovesick fool;
Tonight will seem forever
’til you come home from school;
God must has sensed my sadness
and sent your heart a note;
“Tom’s spirits have been poisoned;
Your love’s the antidote.”
You cancel your trip to that
place of higher learning
and instead satisfy my
heart and soul’s deep yearning.
