There’s not much that I can do but wait for calls and letters
And hope that somehow you and I will one day be together

There’s not much that I can do but hope you’ll come around
Pick up the phone and say to me that now you will be down

There’s not much that I can do but think about the past
And wonder why the thing between us didn’t seem to last

There’s not much that I can do but write and be a pest
Sending letters with crossed fingers, hoping for the best

There’s not much that I can do to see your face tonight
and though there’s very little chance I really hope I might

There’s not much that I can do but wonder how you are
And every dark night when it’s clear I’ll wish upon a star

I’ll hope you’ll call, I’ll hope you write, I’ll hope that I see you
Because when all is in your hands, there’s not much I can do