(DiffordTilbrook)



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 won't subside

I've got you on my mind tonight

The silence of the telephone

Doesn't bother me

But I wish that it would ring

I'm confined to quarters

I'm in solitary

I'm the man who would be king

The small hand's on the five

I've 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

I've got you on my mind tonight



Just as I go off to sleep

A car pulls up, I hear a beep



Good night