Tomorrow morning.

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared.
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
Not being used to being the only person there.

The first time I made coffee for just myself, I made too much of it
But I drank it all just cause you hate it when I let things go to waste.
And I wandered through the house like a little boy lost at the mall,
And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space.

And I sang:
Oh, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I was cold, so I put on a sweater and I turned up the heat
And the walls began to close in and I felt so sad and frightened
I practically ran from the living room, out into the street.

And the wind began to blow, then all the trees began to pant
And the world in its cold way started coming alive.
And I stood there like a business man waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive.

And I sang:
Oh, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?