I'm feeling like
I should slip away in the morning
But if I spend the night
I could just be slipping away
Her heart is right
But old flames have got her in mourning
She can't see the signs
That I am probably the same
Late nights on weekends
She sits there speaking
This green is hitting
So I'm not listening
But I see it's heart that is pouring
I think she's wanting it all
Will I get it right
Can I get it right
Is the ends in sight
I think it's good night"