I need you
I need a friend or two
Someone to lend a helping ear
I'm not demanding a favour
I'm not craving philosophy
I just need someone to share this room
For an hour or two
I know you leave in the morning
Why don't you stay the night
I can sleep on the couch if it makes you feel right
Or I can walk you to your home-place
Just like I used to do
And we can share the stories as if they were new
Just you and I
You think you're clever
You feel you're the Lucky One
You're far from a loaded gun
But I have you in sight
You're in the firing line
I'm not going to miss, you're mine
You're in the firing line
My aim is set
No I never miss
I found a box
Behind the door for me
I thought it was a sign you'd stay
I looked inside
And found piles of everything
That I'd given to you over time
That's fine