Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Jim Lea
Oh, I can see your looking back at me
As you leave me in the chilly, misty morning light
Oh, I can see you wanted to be free
As you leave me in the chilly, misty morning light
Why, tell me why, does it seem to be
Oh, that I'll never be what you want me to be?
Oh, oh, oh-oh
I can see we differ to agree
As you leave me in the chilly, misty morning light
Why, tell me why, does it seem to be
Oh, that I'll never be what you want me to be?
Oh, oh, oh-oh
I can see you did it easily
As you leave me in the chilly, misty morning light
Morning light
Morning light
Morning light