Из альбома: Dead Man on My Back: Shine Honesty Revisited
Watching my days go by
I'm sitting here without you
I think that I
May be aging all too rapidly
You might not recognize me soon
How I'd love to be in your arms
Relaxed under the trees
Of the rocket park
The skies are blue
And Texas surrounds you so gracefully
How many times did I look at you?
And wish that you were mine?
I need you now to hold my hand
And whisper softly and tell me
I'm your man