Will we ever go back to our lives?
To Friday afternoons and rush home from work.
Will we ever have another band
To play on Saturdays and wash all our blues.
I miss the air that I could breathe without the fear of dying
I miss the hugs that I received where no one's really crying
I miss the restaurants and all the places we would go
Will I wake up on the right side of the bed
Again.
It's 3 AM and I'm working all alone
The family's far away and I miss my son
I wonder if I'll make it home alive
As I save another life while I risk my own
I miss the air that I could breathe without the fear of dying
I miss the hugs that I received where my daughter isn't crying
I miss the little things and all the laughters in between
Will I ever wake up next to whom I love
Again.
I miss the air that I could breathe without the fear of dying
I miss the hugs that I received where no one's really crying
I miss the restaurants and all the places we would go
Will I wake up on the right side of the bed
Again.