Many prophets preach on bended knee, Many clerics wasted wine. Do the bloody sheets On those cobbled streets mean I have wasted time? - James Blunt

I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light.
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by,
I will always be in a club with you in 1973,
Singing "Here we go again."

If time is all I have,
I'll waste it all on you.
Each day I'll turn it back.
It's what the broken-hearted do.
I'm tired of talking to an empty space
Of silences keeping me awake.

Saw the world turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street,
Look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong.
So here I go.