To A Lost One

I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away. I want you back. I want you back. My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand; you're all I had. I'm feeling like I'm famous, the talk of the town. They say I've gone mad, but they don't know what I know. Because when the sun goes down, someone's talking back. At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon, trying to get to you, in hopes you're on the other side talking to me, too. Or am I a fool who sits alone, talking to the moon? I'm still trying to get to you. I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away.