Things

Every night I sit here by my window

Staring at the lonely avenue

Watching lovers holding hands and laughing

And thinking about the things we used to do

Thinking about things like a walk in the park

Things like a kiss in the dark

Things like a sailboat ride

What about the night we cried

Things like a lover’s vow

Things that we don’t do now

Thinking about the things we used to do

Memories are all I have to cling to

Heartaches are the friends I’m talking to

But I’m not thinking bout just how much I love you

I’m thinking about the things we used to do

I can still hear the jukebox softly playing

And the face each day I see belongs to you

There’s not a single sound and there’s nobody else around

It’s just me thinking about the things we used to do