Lonely Night (In London)

All day, all night I wait

Wait for you to come back from work

And I pray

That everything will turn out okay

Sometimes, I get scared

When I think of all that we could do

And I’m scared

But then I think that maybe I’m prepared

Oh well, you’re my hope

Oh well, you’re my whole hope

And everything will turn out alright

Everything will turn out alright

Some days, feel so small

When I think of all that we have done

But I see

That it’s not the finish – it’s the run

All things, in time grow

Even all the things you think you know

But I know

That everything will turn out alright