Let me be your night light in the middle of the night. Let your dreams be happy ones knowing your allright. Let me be your night light baby show you that I care.
I don't want to make you mad. I don't want to make you sad. I'm not gonna treat you bad. I just wanta be your man. I just wanta be the man. Who makes your dreams come true.
Like flowers in bloom your kisses are sweet as the roses. The honesty in your touch your romantic way. The genuine charm of each individual moment. And your true love ways.
Isabel I've got something to tell you. And I think you'll understand. Every night all I dream is you. How I long for your touch. Got the love I need so much.
Always together but the two of you still fight. Forget about that man and stay with me tonight. He looks into your eyes and lies right to your face. Put it all aside we can be alone at my place, yeah.
You can see. That it's time. By the silence of song. In my empty eyes. . I admit defeat. Ive been beaten up. Now other eye's I must seek. But most of all let this soul inside.
Got no money but when we make love. I feel like a millionaire. We got each other and that's enough. Cause with love money just can't be compared. . Got myself a girl.
More tears are shed over answered prayers. Than the unanswered ones. You were the one I never thought I could find. Seems like you were here for spring.
Here I am, another crossroads tonight. On my own one more time. I know the road, been down it before. Pain I had I don't have no more. . And it's so different now.
Smiles as sweet as candy. Talks and walks so cool. Can't get enough she's such a popular girl. I Can't turn away there's just no telling what she'll do.
Well, you found you a coon. Tied him to a truck. He was looking at your girl. Yeah, he was looking for a ride. But you showed that bitch, dintcha?. Now tell your story while the others pinch ya.
The brown chair sits neatly by the front door. Kitchen tables pushed into another space. The mirrored pictures that hang up in my mind just seem. So out of place.
There was a time. Yours was a place I could run to. I don't know why. I can't get over losing you. Can't get over losing you. . Another Time, Another Place.
The bananas lookin brown except for where I left that sticker. And the spice rack is empty cept for cinnamon, salt and pepper. The tea in the jar is ten years old, Lemon Lint and Chamomold.
Sunday blue. Walking along with my lover true. And no one can wander the way we do. One SoHo day in the rain. . Stop at a store display. Linger a moment, then walk away.
So. Lately you languish. And angstful, you anguish. For something to sweeten your day-to-day tea. Your examine existence is rife with resistance. You rot on the spot like forgotten kimchi.
The traveler is tired, the sun will soon set. I once was inspired, but why, I forget. Ive seen through the city and all that it's not. Though really, I don't need a lot.
Not long ago on one fine day in Flushing, Queens. The month was May. A day with more than normal count of smog. The word went out to stay inside, from Tel Aviv to Telluride.
"The Second Time Around". Written by: Eric Thompson. . I don't know how long. Ago it was we met. I remember the place and the love. The passion and the sweat.