Songwriters: Beckley, Gerry;
Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure
Can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent
And I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it
Ya broken we had the same boy to waste love away on his big fat stage but there is always a sheep to follow the lost or bad as he's both taking the song my cassette I struggled to find n own ...ahhh broken seether was my first song b4 yours but he recycles everything including hearts You should a stayed 2gether at j high saved everybody wasted time for big fat nothing