When I'm Gone

I hate being away from home, away from you. While i'm gone, all we can do is talk on the phone. The sound of your voice is a reminder of home, and I yearn for your arms. All the sweet nothings, all the promises you make, I can't get enough. I don't want to say goodbye, but I love it, because the sound of your kiss is what I wait for everyday. So goodnight my love, dream about me, because you know i'll be dreaming about you.