One of those songs that just seems to write itself, over a simple incident- my girlfriend at the time hadn't come home yet, and nobody knew where she was. I remember dropping my hands on a piano in a college practice room, and them landing on that first chord of the keyboard riff- once I resolved it, I had my melody.

She was supposed to be home early tonight; there's something in the air, and it doesn't feel right. I'm wringing my hands as the minutes tick by. If anything happened to her, I think I would die. Something is very wrong I tried to call, but she's not home Something is very wrong Where is she tonight? Staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring Waiting for a call or a message, anything If I knew that you'd be here, I'd sit here all day My heart beats faster the longer you're away Something is very wrong I tried to call, but she's not home Something is very wrong Where is she tonight?