When Evening Is Overwhelming

If you miss me then you know it

It’s not hard to understand

You don’t have to be a poet

I’d love the words of your hand

And don’t you know I weep with you gone?

That in my memory you’re beside me driving home?

I know it’s on your mind when you’re alone

I was angry, but now I long

If you miss me you can show it

You don’t have to pretend

And you don’t have to be heroic

But I won’t let you be my friend

The morning brings a knock on your door

And in your heart you feel uneasy as you cross the floor

What do you hear the voice of Jesus asking for?

I am waiting

The night belongs to you

The night belongs to you

The night belongs to you

The night belongs to you