INTRO :04
It's in my head,
But I can't get it into my mind.
You're in my heart,
But my thoughts just can't seem to unwind.
I find
I can't talk about it;
Maybe I can sing or shout it.
I talk to you,
But you still seem to miscomprehend.
My views have changed.
I could love you, but unto what end,
My friend?
You can't see without eyes,
But I really am a nice guy.
INST VERSE
It's all the same.
No, I can't rise up out of my past.
Now you're to blame.
It was over, but I feel the blast.
At last:
I can't say it to you,
So I have to look right through you.
I am your friend,
And I guess that now this must remain.
Fools intervene,
And so nothing means I can't complain.
I claim
I'm too shy to say it.
At night I go home and pray it.
© (3/9) 1987 Big Apple PubCo.
(p) 1987 National Records, Inc.
All rights reserved.
From the Weavers LP, Do You Still Believe?, DXSA-745