YOU SAY THAT LIFE WITHOUT ME
HAS BEEN DRIVIN' YOU INSANE,
AND YOU CAN'T SEEM TO FUNCTION ON YOUR OWN.
NOW, I DON'T MEAN TO DOUBT YOU,
BUT YOU KNOW IT'S KIND OF STRANGE,
THAT FIRST, FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE,
YOU SAY YOU WANT NO PART OF ME,
AND NOW YOU'RE STANDIN' HERE, CRYIN' ON MY EAR,
TELLIN' ME ALL THE HEARTACHE
YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH, WELL, I,
MUSTA MISSED YOUR PHONE CALL,
WHEN YOU GOT TO FEELIN' LONELY,
MUSTA MISSED YOU DROPPIN' BY,
WHEN YOU COULDN'T GET TO SLEEP.
MUSTA MISSED THE MAIL THE DAY
THE POSTMAN BROUGHT YOUR LETTER, WELL, I,
MUSTA MISSED YOU MORE, MUSTA MISSED YOU MORE
THAN YOU MISSED ME.
NOW, WHEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU,
JUST TO SAY HELLO,
YOU ALWAYS SEEMED TO LAUGH BEHIND MY BACK.
YOU TOLD ME I'D GET OVER YOU,
'CAUSE THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES,
SO I BEGAN MY LIFE ANEW,
AND BURIED ALL MY THOUGHTS OF YOU,
AND NOW YOU'RE AT MY DOOR, CRAWLIN' BACK FOR MORE,
TELLIN' ME YOU CAN'T MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN, WELL, I,
(CHORUS)
I REMEMBER MISSIN' YOU,
TILL NOTHING SEEMED TO STOP THE PAIN,
YOU KNOW I'D LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT,
AND CURSE THE ARMS THAT HELD YOU TIGHT,
AND NOW YOU COME ALONG,
AFTER SO DARN LONG,
HOPIN' I'LL UNDERSTAND
HOW MUCH YOU'VE CARED, WELL, I, (CHORUS)
Words and Music
by
JACK PICCARI
c/o Reenie Music
215-219-6564
jackpiccari@gmail.com