While He Sleeps

If being with the one you love Is tearing your apart; If there's an aching or a need Within your tired heart. If you're still lonely in the night While he lays by your side; If something gained is something lost - Is something special's died... Well, After all, remember, It's a pattern of the plan; You can't create a lover From a dull, inactive man. You're dreaming of the better times; He's napping, snore by snore. You think about this love And wonder where it's headed for. There are no words of wisdom Written there upon the page. There are no drugs or cures to help Slow down the signs of age. He must grow old while you grow young - It's him who pays the cost. Sleep's a lonely thing When something gained is something lost.