Sometimes I forget that you have gone.
You've gone and you're not coming back.
And its hard to believe you're still not here.
What's left behind disputes that fact.
Your closet's still full of your clothes and your shoes.
And your bookcase still holds all your books.
It's as if all you've done was to go out of town.
You'll be back soon that's just how it looks.
But your suitcase is empty its right here in the hall.
That’s not even the strangest thing.
Why would you leave your wallet behind?
Your glasses, wristwatch, and ring?
Your glasses, wristwatch, and ring?

Sometimes I forget that you have gone
And I will never see you again.
I think for a moment "I've gotta give him a call."
But I can't, now I realize that.
No we can't meet for lunch at the usual place.
At the place where we always would go.
And there was something I wanted to tell you so bad.
Something I knew that you'd want to know.
Oh, I could go by myself to our old haunt.
But that seems such a strange thing to do.
The waiters would wonder what was going on.
Why weren't you there, where were you?
Why weren't you there, where were you?

Sometimes I forget that you have gone.
I remember and I feel the ache.
How could it have happened?
How could it be?
It's not true! There must be some mistake!
Mementoes and memories, tell me what good are they?!
Now they're not much to have and to hold!
And it's true that you're gone and you're not coming back!
And this world seems so empty and cold.
But sometimes something happens and it doesn't seem strange.
You're not far away you're near.

Sometimes I forget that you have gone.
Sometimes it feels like you're right here.
Right now it feels like you're right here.