I can feel you in the middle of the night, Awakened by passing car lights. No matter how many moons you've been gone, I miss your arms and the sound of your songs. Sing to me in the middle of the night, Remind me of all that was right. Even though we had bad times, I feel you calling across the lines. I hear your voice, I remember your touch, Funny how memories can hold so much. I've moved along, though sometimes I find, Your airmail still crosses my mind. The truth was written upon my heart, Airmail, stop so I can restart. I can still feel you in the middle of the night, Awakened by passing car lights. Is that you outside, calling me home? But you're not here, and I'm still alone. I need to stop these constant airmails, Carrying memories on midnight gales. Your storms of love, your storms of pain, I run, but they return like pouring rain. Stop the voices circling through the air, Surrounding me when you're not there. No sleep beneath those passing car lights, Bringing me airmail in the middle of the night. I hear your voice, I remember your touch, Please leave me, it's all too much. Clear the air of your lingering thoughts, Release me from the memories I've fought. But I can feel you in the middle of the night, Awakened by passing car lights. No matter how many moons you've been gone, I miss your arms and the sound of your songs. Sing to me in the middle of the night, Remind me of all that was right. Never mind, I forgot. You're gone.
