I gotta long long way to go Before I can say goodbye to you Before I can say goodbye To all I ever knew Then every time I turn around And you're nowhere to be found Oh, I gotta long long way I know You held my hand and then you slipped away

To turn you around No how, no way You're not always an angel, baby I don't have a reason I don't have no reason I don't have all the reasons I ain't going nowhere, baby And I ain't no saint Oh Lord, and I ain't no saint

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

What's your name? Oh, I really wanna know I turn around You're there again Then suddenly you're gone I wanna get to know you But I don't know who you are

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir I guess I didn't make it Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer I simply gotta

What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger? Do have to let it linger? And I'm in so deep If you, if you could return Don't let it burn Don't let it fade I'm sure I'm

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

You are a kaleidoscope Get, get, get out Can we get out, get out Get, get, get out of here? So do you want to turn it around? And do you want to show me how? Get out, get out Get, get, get out of here Good intentions never good enough