Without Him

Love is a beautiful thing

when it knows how to swing

and it grooves like a clock

but the hands on the clock

tell the lovers to part

and it's breakin' my heart

to have to spend another day without him

doo dooo doo doo

I spend the night in a chair

thinking' he'll be there

but he never comes

then I wake up and wipe

the sleep from my eyes

and I rise, to face another day

without him

It's just no good anymore

when you walk through the door

of an empty room

then you go inside and set a table for one

it's not fun

to spend another day without him

We burst the pretty balloon

took us to the moon

such a beautiful thing

but it's ended now and it sounds like a lie

If I said I'd rather die,

than be without him

Love is a beautiful thing

when it knows how to swing

and it grooves like a clock

but the hands on the clock

tell the lovers to part

and it's breakin' my heart

to have to spend another day without him