Standing in the rain Milk carton mug-shot baby Missing since 1983 Twenty years of dirty needles So if you see me will you just drive on by Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye And did you want me? Well I guess I want you Oh pretty baby how could

Don't mean a goddamn thing 'Cause you're all that I want Right here, right now Right here! Right now! Right here right now But I won't take that train I won't catch that flight If you're not on that plane We ain't takin' off tonight

We won't run and hide I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me

When I open my eyes Girl, nevermind (girl, nevermind) Come here, mama, I know you want me I just thought I'd catch you on a vibe We're out of time, my only one So just hold on tight, and don't slow my nights, my love can This life will pass you by You

Are you, are you ready, are you ready for love Written by Thom Bell, Leroy Bell and Casey James Catch a star if you can Wish for something special Let it be me, my love is free Sing a song to yourself Think of someone listening One melody, you're all for

Still falling for you And just like that You are all for me All I breathe All I feel is you No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do It took us a while With love on the line

You'll miss me till the day you die Oh, whoa, whoa You must be blind if you can't see I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow

The stars about to fall So what you say Lyla The world around us makes me feel so If you can't hear me call Then I can't say Lyla Heaven help you catch me if I fall Calling all the stars to fall