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I would have been here sooner,
Your note came yesterday,
But yesterday was crazy,
There was much to square away.
Then I tried to come this morning,
But the old car wouldn't run
And the buses run so slowly,
There was nothing to be done.
But you, you don't need my troubles,
I'm here now, anyway,
And there's nothing left behind me,
To say I cannot stay.
When I told you that I love you,
I said, "Call me anytime,
And especially when you need someone,
When things get out of line."
And oh, there's a burning in your eyes,
And the hand you put in mine won't stop trembling;
Oh, tell me what you're going through,
'Cause all I want to do is be protecting.
No! All those shadows on your face,
They look so out of place, they should be sunlight;
I want to take you when your smile returns,
And keep you from the night,
And wake up to see me in your eyes.
I don't know how we happened,
When we're kept so far apart;
There sure are lots worse prisons,
Than the kind with iron bars.
And it almost makes me crazy,
To see you hurt inside,
When you're beautiful and really need,
To let things open wide.
And oh, there's a burning in your eyes,
And the hand you put in mine won't stop trembling;
Oh, tell me what you're going through,
'Cause all I want to do is be protecting.
No! All those shadows on your face,
They look so out of place, they should be sunlight;
I want to take you when your smile returns,
And keep you from the night,
And wake up to see me in your eyes.
I want to take you when your smile returns,
And keep you from the night,
And wake up to see me in your eyes.
Recorded by Stan Rogers (From Coffee House To Concert Hall, trk#10, 2000, Fogarty's Cove Music, Dundas, Ontario).
