Sister Golden Hair - America

Well I tried to make it Sunday

But I got so damned 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 thinkin' 'bout you

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And I just can’t live without you

Can’t you see it in my eyes?

I’ve been one poor correspondent

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 sayin'

I just can’t make it