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(Difford/Tilbrook)
The moths at the window
They can see the light
The crickets crick in the dark
My pen runs out of ink
As I start to write
The feelings that are in my heart
This headache wont subside
Ive got you on my mind tonight
The silence of the telephone
Doesnt bother me
But I wish that it would ring
Im confined to quarters
Im in solitary
Im the man who would be king
The small hands on the five
Ive got you on my mind tonight
The loneliness for loving you
Is some price to pay
But are my pockets deep enough
The chorus of the morning
Keeps me awake
So busy with the thoughts of love
As I slowly close my eyes
Ive got you on my mind tonight
Just as I go off to sleep
A car pulls up, I hear a beep
Good night