Every day and every night 
I'm thinking of you, thinking of you 
When I get into bed and turn out the light 
I'm thinking of you, thinking of you. 

Messing around with a song that I wrote 
Thinking of you, thinking of you 
Plucking up the courage to send you a note 
Thinking of you, thinking of you. 

I just get the feeling that I'm wasting my time 
I can see you strung out on a different line 
I'm wasting my time, wasting my time. 

May be I am, maybe I'm not 
Wasting my time, thinking of you 
But I'm making the most of what little I've got 
I'm wasting my time, thinking of you. 

Getting my kicks from Algerian wine 
Thinking of you, thinking of you 
Getting hung up on the telephone line. 
Wasting my time, thinking of you.