I’m alone a lot, Especially at night,

But lonely I’m not  Cause I know there is light

At the end of the tunnel,  Though long it may be,

At the end of the day, She’s waiting for me,

And soon I will leave,  And then they will say,

We didn’t believe He’d really go away

I tried to tell them  Time and again,

It was never about “If,” It was always about “When.”