She gets up each morning at eight, so I wait for the phone to ring,
I know she is not going to call, but that doesn't change a thing,
By nine o'clock she's downtown, another working day, and I just sit alone and dream.

These lonely days,
These lonely days without her,
These lonely days,
What am I going to do with all these lonely days?

At noontime, she meets him for lunch and they go to that same cafe,
She's laughing at something he told her as the waiter brings their tray,
I stand here on the corner, lost in the faceless crowd, and watch them as they walk away.

These lonely days,
These lonely days have found me,
These lonely days,
Tell me, what am I going to do with all these lonely days?

Take me back in time to when her love was mine,
Take me back to yesterday.

Oh, these lonely days,
These lonely days without her,
These lonely days,
Tell me, what am I going to do?
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do with all these lonely days?
Oh, with all these lonely...

These lonely days, (these lonely days)
These lonely days, (these lonely days)
These lonely days, (these lonely days)
These lonely days, (these lonely days)
Oh, these lonely days. (these lonely days)