you You won't believe me but you know it's true I could never find another you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ c. 1989 CRGI Music Inc. and Godfathers Music (BMI). Transcribed by Rich Delano (rfd@acs.bu.edu) Write for Godfathers
You say that you're so fine I hear it all the time The sunlight's in your eyes It came as no surprise Don't you ever walk away from me I'm halfway paralysed
I wake up in the morning and I feel like a king Make love not work I can do anything Can rule my own world and never have to listen I'm living like there
Sometimes I feel like I'm prospecting for gold I'm always searching for the mother lode Each day I'm hoping for a little bit more Hard to remember what
Take the street down to the station Take the road down to the train That was where I finally found her She was crying to the rain I don't believe in you
All I want is a day from your life I'm not asking you to be my wife All I need is a friend for today It's not because I'm feeling down That I want you
She's just got out of bed She hasn't had her breakfast yet She phoned in sick today She needs a mental holiday She's being pushed around Her world is
Read about some princess and her junkie friends Didn't start my day off right Old James Dean jumped from his grave Swore that black was white Read it
Today a new sun rises Look in the mirror there's no surprises Things ain't what they used to be Cary Grant's on L.S.D. If I only had time I'd think of
Don't claim to understand her I wonder what she's doing with me Don't know what she does with the rest of her time But she gives it to me for free She
Why do I phone you up Why do I make a fuss Tell me why, tell me why I never really thought That it could be the two of us Tell me why, tell me why You
Well I haven't seen her For such a long, long time Thought I didn't need her But she was always on my mind Does she still think about me When I'm not
One by one we walk through the door At sixes and sevens with you Is it three o'clock or 4 a.m. I don't know what to do My situation's in decline My life
I keep myself to myself And I don't want no friends I'm nightly crucified No need for womankind I don't think so, I don't think so And I'm the strangest
I feel the pressure's on and something's going wrong I don't know what's going on I'm just another mother's poor boy's son I feel pressure, pressure These
I never count the seconds I haven't got the time I'll say to you dear mother I am doing fine When am I coming down, when am I coming down When am I coming
Those days are over, those days are over Those days are over, those days are over Nothing ever happens come what may And snow never falls on Christmas
Raised by the hand of God Raised by Cain Archangel Gabriel Don't wanna know my name I'm in too far, I'm in too deep How low is low? I'm in too far, I
