Next to You

You know I live just over the Williamsburg line
Sure ain’t got the money but the living is fine
And all I wanna do is spend all of my time
Next to you

I know you're pretty much working a nine to nine
Seven days a week so I best get in line
If I want to spend what’s left of your time
Next to you

And I don’t need your promise, no, no, no
No need to panic or get overly manic
No, I don’t need to call this
Anything baby
No strings baby

I'll just sing my songs and butter my bread
Get enough together to stay housed and stay fed
And then fall asleep dreaming of laying my head
Next to you

Oh, I don’t need to call this
Anything, baby
No strings, baby
No, I don’t need your promise
On some rainy day
I want your light anyway

And oh, lord knows
Oh, I didn’t chose this feeling
Choose this feeling
And, and if I can
I don’t want to lose this feeling
Lose this feeling

Take your hand put it in mine
Ask me how I’m doing and I’ll tell you I’m fine
'Cause what I’m doing is spending some of my time
Next to you

I’ll just sing my songs on my way out the gate
It doesn’t matter if I’m early 'cause I know you’ll be late
And at the end of today, I’ll sit down my weight
Next to you

Well, I don’t need your promise
Oh no, no need to say, except to say, “Who cares?”
And I don’t need to call this
Placing all my bets as long as I can get
Next to you
Next to you
Next to you
Next to you