I left my earrings in his room,
I left the earrings that I wore.
They're on the night stand by his bed,
Now I can go back there once more.

He never held me close and said "remain"
When sunlight splashed against the window pane.
He waved his hand and let me find my own way down the hall,
But still and all...

I left my earrings in his room,
I wasn't thinking of romance.
They're on the night stand by the lamp.
I thought I'd left them there by chance.

And now the afternoon seems gray and grim,
Can't concentrate on anything but him,
I sit here wond'ring how much time that I should let go by,
I guess that's why...

I left my earrings in his room,
So I could go back there again,
So I could see his face once more.
The only question now is when?