When you get to believin' it's true,
People tug on your shirt,
You've got ev'rything you want,
They climb slowly draggin'
Horns make a dent in your mind
Plush rooms make a blindin'
Blindin' me. Light, lovely light,
Won't ya' shine in my window
Love, precious love won't
Been too long on the road.
Maybe bitin' the hand that
Try to understand what it is that
Makes you drop what you used
All the things you planned
Go upstairs with a someone
What comes ever into your mind?
Then gone, leavin' you with
Oldest gloom. Warm, won't you be,
Please be there in my winter.
Love, precious love won't
Been too long on the road.
How can I do this to myself?
Have I taken leave of my senses?
What kind of changes make a man
Want to tear down all his fences
How could I ever doubt you
how could I live without you?