I still make the coffee for two
At the table, I still set a place for you
Just in case [bad word] home, I always keep
The light on even while I sleep

Every time the telephone rings
I think it's you and suddenly my heart starts to sing
But your sweet voice is only a memory
Fragments of a fading melody

How am I supposed to carry on
When the road in front of me is gone
How can I believe this really is goodbye
How, when the [bad word] is like a lie

Constantly living yesterday
That is why I am slowly dying here today
Holding onto time framed in photographs
Frozen moments caught between the glass

How am I supposed to carry on
When the road in front of me is gone
How can I believe this really is goodbye
How, when the [bad word] is like a lie

Tell me, how am I supposed to carry on
When the road in front of me is gone
How can I believe this really is goodbye
When the [bad word] is just like a lie

Tell me, how am I supposed to carry on
When the road in front of me is gone
How can I believe this really is goodbye
How, how, how, when the [bad word] is like a lie