文本歌词

Well I tried to make it Sunday
But I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
And I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar
But I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can
Be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinking about you
Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
I've been one poor correspondent
And I've been too too hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind saying I just can't make it
Well I keep on thinking about you
Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
I've been one poor correspondent
And I've been too too hard to find
But it doesn't mean
You ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle
Will you meet me in the air
Will you love me just a little
Just enough to show you care
Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind saying I just can't make it