I open my eyes in this empty bed

With thoughts of you filling my head

I sit up and wonder what you'd do

With none of this completely new

I sit here alone in this empty bed

With dreams of you filling my head

Dreaming of how things could have been

Some of which consider sin

I get up alone from this empty bed

With hopeful ideas filling my head

Ideas of a brand new start

Thoughts of you warming my heart

A shower and shave leaves the empty house

Through lamp-lit streets, a quiet mouse

Streaks of fire in his stride

Thoughts of you, filled with pride

He comes to a door, marked 909

A cold wind blowing down his spine

A knock on the door, once or thrice

Praying for virtue and nothing of vice

The door opens, and to her surprise

She sees him standing, thoughts of demise

She invites him in, he gladly accepts

As he walks up boarded steps

She takes him to the parlor room

As he thinks on what to do

She asks him what he came here for

Thoughts of bolting for the door

But this young man, he chose his part

As he walked with golden heart

He took her in, close to his chest,

Both finally able to come to rest

They shared a look, a laugh, a kiss, a cry

As they knew they'd just fine

Because of you,

your hand mine

I know everything will be just fine.

-h