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