Familiar Footsteps

Familiar Footsteps
I can remember how you climbed the stairs
It seems that I always knew the moment you
weren’t there. Oh but now all that’s gone and
I sit here at home all alone and I’m waiting to
Hear, hear, hear, hear, those familiar footsteps
I’m waiting to hear, hear, hear, those familiar
footsteps. Sometimes friends, stop being and when
they do all I do is talk — I just talk — talk to them about
you. Each night before I go to bed I turn my lights down
low and I get a little, I get a little sweet music on my radio
and I’m waiting to hear, hear, hear, hear, those familiar
footsteps. I’m hoping and waiting to hear, hear, hear, hear,
those familiar footsteps I’m waiting to hear those familiar
footsteps. There’s a girl and that’s not all, she lives next door
and just the other day, the little girl she walked by my door and
I reached the door so fast hey I must have blew and I was so hurt,
Shocked, to find that it wasn’t you. And I’m still hoping and waiting
To hear, hear, hear, hear, those familiar footsteps. I just wish someone
Would help me find those familiar footsteps. Still praying to hear, hear,
Hear, hear, those familiar footsteps.