I need your love Wait for me Oh my love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long lonely time God speed your love to me And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine

And I thank my god Go 1, 2, 3, 4, Yeah yeah you gotta Stand tall and cut away the ties Drop Balls and hold that head up high The world is fast and youth ain't gonna wait So grab a hold before it gets to late Bare your soul and strip away the cold

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

God only knows What Brian Wilson meant Pick out your clothes With some real intent You don't seem to care That I've been waiting here Pulling out my hair For you to come

So go away, God bless you Like an image passing by, my love, my life In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life I can see it all so clearly Answer me sincerely Was it a dream, a lie Like reflections of your mind, my love, my life Are the words you try

I blame you And I blame you For everything you do For all the scars I bare And breathing all my air For everything I'll ever do Shifting through the ashes And scratching through my life And how sick is it to live with the promises

Unh, my dearest darling Oh I pledge my love to you With God as our guide Oh nothing, nothing, nothing in this world Can keep us apart I offer you my heart Is someone like you My dearest darling

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding