I Bet This Time Of Night You're Still Up
I Bet You're Tired From A Long Hard Week
I Bet You're Sitting In Your Chair By The Window
Looking Out At The City
And I Bet Sometimes You Wonder About Me

And I Just Want To Tell You
It Takes Everything In Me Not To Call You
And I Wish I Could Run To You
And I Hope You Know That Every Time I Don't
I Almost Do
I Almost Do

I Bet You Think I Either Moved On Or Hate You
'Cause Each Time You Reach Out There's No Reply
I Bet It Never Ever Occurred To You That I Can't Say Hello To You
And Risk Another Goodbye

And I Just Want To Tell You
It Takes Everything In Me Not To Call You
And I Wish I Could Run To You
And I Hope You Know That Every Time I Don't
I Almost Do
I Almost Do

Oh We Made Quite A Mess, Babe
It's Probably Better Off This Way
And I Confess, Baby
In My Dreams You're Touching My Face
And Asking Me If I Want To Try Again With You
And I Almost Do

And I Just Want To Tell You
It Takes Everything In Me Not To Call You
And I Wish I Could Run To You
And I Hope You Know That Every Time I Don't
I Almost Do
I Almost Do

I Bet This Time Of Night You're Still Up
I Bet You're Tired From A Long Hard Week
I Bet You're Sitting In Your Chair By The Window Looking Out At The City
And I Hope Sometimes You Wonder About Me