I get so weary in the evenin' when the suns goin' down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

The past is no place to It's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me Got a window-washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness

Just call my name, I'll be there (I'll be there) I'll be there to comfort you Build my world of dreams around you I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love that's strong I'll be your strength Whenever you need me, I'll be there (I'll be

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks There but for the grace of God go I And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me I'm not calling you a

That used to be So if you can forget Don't worry 'bout me I'll get along Forget about me Just be happy my love Let's say that our little show is over And so the story ends Why not call it a day the sensible way

I lie here alone and wonder why That I come alive, just before I have to hide. Because I believe I'm losing my nerve But could I ever do better than this Because all I ever wanted was a place to call my home To shelter me when I am there and to miss me

Just not seeing right You're a bitter kind I love you so Sour is my mind From what you sow How I let it grow Call them radiant Call them mother's eyes Home's a narrow space for me to find

I got your present waitin' I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing Thought I'd call you up See if had celebrated Day you were born It's a little belated Age is just a number It's really over

Just for tonight, just for tonight Forget who we are, give up and ignite Go with me through the dark For tonight Call me right back, call me right back Just for tonight Be the real thing, don't be just a ghost Make me believe that you need me most I try

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on