looking out the door I see
the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations
as their shoes fill up with water
maybe I'm too young
to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind
so you never know
I'm broken down and hungry for your love
with no way to feed it
where are you tonight
you know how much I need it
too young to hold on and
too old to break free and run
sometimes a man, he gets carried away
when he feels like he should be
having his fun
and he's much too blind to see
the damage he's done
cause sometimes a man must awake
to find that really he has no one
so I'll wait for you and I'll burn
will I ever see your sweet return
oh will I ever learn
oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late
lonely is the room, the bed is made
the open window lets the rain
burning in the corner is the only one
who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep
that will never come
sometimes a man, he gets carried away,
when he feels like he should be
having his fun
and he's much too blind to see
the damage he's done
cause sometimes a man must awake
to find that really he has no one
so i'll wait for you and I'll burn
will I ever see your sweet return
oh will I ever learn
oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late
'cause it's not too late
