Under the Streetlamp Quiet

She left her shoes by the door again. I keep them where they are. Phone rings at midnight, wrong number calling, But I still hope it's her. The radio plays our song. I turn it up real slow. Somewhere she's driving home. Does she remember? I don't know. Under the streetlamp quiet where we used to meet. I'm standing in the same old spot, Wondering if you think of me. Under the streetlamp quiet, the night feels Incomplete. I'm waiting like I always do for Someone who won't be. Her number's still saved in my phone. I scroll past it every day. The bed's too big now on my own, But I can't move away. The radio plays our song. I turn it up real slow. Somewhere she's living on. Does she remember? I don't know. Under the streetlamp quiet where we used to Meet. I'm standing in the same old spot, Wondering if you think of me. Ooh, under the streetlamp quiet, The night feels incomplete. I'm waiting like I always do For someone who won't be. Maybe tomorrow I'll walk a different way. Maybe tomorrow won't feel like today. But tonight I'm here, Like I've always been. Under the streetlamp quiet where we used to Meet. I'm standing in the same old spot, Wondering if you think of me. Ooh, Under the streetlamp quiet, the night Feels incomplete. I'm waiting like I always do For someone who won't be. For someone who won't be. For someone who won't be.