I might say that I don't care. Hold my head up in the air. Even tell my friends I'm glad that you don't call. But when the day is through. That's when my heartaches start anew. And that's when I miss you most of all. And my arms keep reaching for you. And my eyes keep searching for you. And my lips keep calling for you. And my shoes keep walking back to you. No matter how much I pretend. I wish I had you back again. 'Cause nothin' means half as much as you. My world just seemed to die. The day you said goodbye. And I can't forget no matter what I do. And my arms keep reaching for you. And my eyes keep searching for you. And my lips keep calling for you. And my shoes keep walking back to you. . .