When Evening Is Overwhelming

If you miss me then you know it
It’s not hard to understand
You don’t have to be a poet
I’d love the words of your hand

And don’t you know I weep with you gone?
That in my memory you’re beside me driving home?
I know it’s on your mind when you’re alone
I was angry, but now I long

If you miss me you can show it
You don’t have to pretend
And you don’t have to be heroic
But I won’t let you be my friend

The morning brings a knock on your door
And in your heart you feel uneasy as you cross the floor
What do you hear the voice of Jesus asking for?
I am waiting

The night belongs to you
The night belongs to you
The night belongs to you
The night belongs to you