Love is a beautiful thing
when it knows how to swing
and it grooves like a clock.
But the hands on the clock
tell the lovers to part
and it's breaking my heart
to have to spend another day without him.

Doo dooo doo doo.
Doo dooo doo doo.

I spend the night in a chair
thinking he'll be there.
But he never comes.
Then I wake up and wipe
the sleep from my eyes
and I rise, to face another day
without him.

It's just no good anymore
when you walk through the door
of an empty room.
Then you go inside and set a table for one.
It's not fun
to spend another day without him.

We burst the pretty balloon
took us to the moon
such a beautiful thing.
But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie.
If I said I'd rather die,
than be without him.

Love is a beautiful thing
when it knows how to swing
and it grooves like a clock.
But the hands on the clock
tell the lovers to part
and it's breaking my heart
to have to spend another day without him.