These Thoughts

I’m at home
Thinking ‘bout you oh
Takes a toll
Cos nothing last and
I love fast and
Maybe that’s my fault
It’s getting old
I’d love to know
I’d love to know
I’ve got to know
I ain’t been afraid in a long-time baby
And I don’t really cry
when my legs won’t hold,
I’ll be waiting
Until they grow old
Cos I don’t really say what’s in my head
And these thoughts keep coming in my friend,
I’ll be waiting
Until they go home
Go home