Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address Of everyone I've ever known It's nothing I regret Save it for another day It's the school exam and the kids have run away I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart I was upset you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine
I wouldn't even trust you I've not got much to give We're dealing in the limits And we don't know who with You may think I'm out of hand That I'm naive, I'll understand On this occasion, it's not true Look at me, I'm not you
I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse Burning all the time You were a complete stranger Now you are mine
I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain about my wounded heart Just wait till tomorrow I guess that's what they all say Just before they fall apart
Compositores: Michael S Portnoy (Michael Portnoy) (ASCAP), Richard Dale Kotzen (ASCAP), William Sheehan (Sheehan Billy) (ASCAP)Editor: Hornall Brothers Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2003 e lançado em 1999ECAD verificado obra #10845673 e fonograma #13071874 em 23/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM