When the sun sets and the blue fades to black,

I once again wonder, what is true love?

What it is that I lack?

I have tried to learn, to pick up the knack,

From when I hear the early song of the dove,

To when the sun sets and the blue fades to black.

What have I done, to be sent away with a smack?

That when I offer a smile, I receive a good shove?

What is it that I lack?

I’ll never wish upon anyone this awful attack.

Of being left alone and left unloved,

When the sun sets and the blue fades to black.

I know that love shouldn’t be as sharp as a tack.

Nor hidden away and long forgotten of.

What is it that I lack?

When at last I lie down on my back,

And all I see are the stars shining above,

When the sun sets and the blue fades to black,

I wonder, what it is that I lack?