Now you know


That I stood outside your window


Just a little too long.




What you·re gonna do


When the hours pass away


And you know that I·m gone.


Well, it may be a week,


It may be a day,


I·m six blocks over


And I don·t know what to say to you.




Jokin· ·bout your mama


Went a little too far.


But you caught me


Out with the others


Till the early dawn.




There may be a time


If we played it right


I·m six blocks over


And you wanna spend a night with me.




Now the hours and the minutes


Just fly away.


You win some and you lose some,


You gotta get it right


Or I·ll be saying


Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye.




Thinkin· back to


The way you·re holdin· me down,


I·d be better off dead.




Now you know


That the time is running out


Of the things we said.




Well, it may be a week,


It may be a day,


I·m six blocks over


And I don·t know what to say to you.




Now the hours and the minutes


Just fly away.


You win some and you lose some,


You gotta get it right


Or I·ll be sayïng


Bye bye bye bye ...