We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the truth ish I like how we

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say congratulations Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

I always want you when I'm coming down Pick up your phone I'm all alone The party's finished and I want you to know I'm feelin' everything before I got up I got something to tell you but don't know how I'ma say it I guess that I could only say one thing

Talk until the sunrise in the east I'm hanging on to every single word that you say We can build our trust beneath the sheets I fall into your honesty Tell me why you're afraid Now we got each other, hope it's always this way Couple more minutes Couple

Somehow we always get stuck in the middle What a terrible thing for you to do What an awful thing for you to say But someone plays evil tricks on that kid But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time Maybe give a friend a call instead of

It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go But this is still the place, that we all call home West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below Land blessed motherland the place where I was born Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it