Four in the morning
I fetch my list and I leave it open by the sink
I keep a book of secret sins
that would make you leave me
if you read
I'd take a job out west,
I'd finally get some rest,
oh, I don't know what I'd do,
If you were gone.
Then when you wake up
I'm downstairs
you call for coffee, I abide
you are not a notion
you're my love
return my list to its hiding spot
I'd stay up way to late,
I never would concentrate,
oh I don't know what I'd do,
if you were gone.