Funny how I'll greet each new tomorrow With optimistic dreams you may return And spend the day just drowning all my sorrow Recalling all the things where you're concerned It's just a formality Of hoping you'll come back to me Funny how I'll stay at home when night falls And sit alone rehearsing what I'll say Holding back the tears each time a friend calls Denying that I miss you night and day Ah, it's just a formality Of hoping you'll come back to me It's a ritual of waiting for your letters Which chances are you'll never ever write Formality of gazing at your pictures The only thing that makes this dour scene right Everybody wonders why I bother Remembering all the things we used to do But I like to think that you may reconsider And I'll always be here in case you do It's just a formality Of hoping you'll come back to me