Behind my eyes

From waking light to evening’s end your figure returns to me again through busy hours and things to do my thoughts keep wandering back to you I find it hard to understand for we’ve never walked hand in hand I’ve never seen you standing near yet I can feel your presence here It’s quite a mystery to me how someone I still have to see could fill my heart whole day through from first hello to night’s “love you” beneath São Paulo and Nashville skies you somehow live behind my eyes.