I am alive, I have been known
To bring home more troubles
than I've solved
A woman who roams and ties back her hair
Oh, we know we're not involved,
but there's comfort and
respect in our bed
Will you let her?
If I leave her for you
If I travel miles and miles
to get the message through
Will you show heart and
other body parts?
Or is it true that these two
things are best apart?
Or is it true that these two
things are best apart?
Some called me mad,
some called me stupid
But if Cupid is looking down on me
Oh, I'd appreciate a word or two
Could your horizon is clear
when we disappear out of your view?
Will she be there when I need her most?
Or when the black of my
heart begins to show?
Is she on the dance, slipping too fast
Or bringing all of her love to her head
Or is it true these two things are
bad
We'll leave her, finally her for you
If I travel miles and miles
to get a message
Or will you show heart at
other body parts?
Or is it change that leads
to things that pass apart?
Or is it true that leads to
things that pass apart?
you