My empty arms are aching and are calling out your name.
They want something to hold and a pillow just isn’t the same
As your soft body, which fits them so well.
They miss you as much as my heart, though my heart will never tell.
My empty arms want to pull you close to me and hold you tight.
And are ready to do that pretty much all night.
They’ll be waiting impatiently for you to come home.
So they can hold you in one place and not let you roam.