I'll tell you something to let you understand the way I feel, just what you mean to me. Thank you for fine times we nearly made it all the way- we know it wasn't meant to be. You say we feel the same- there ain't no blame to decide, but if a little time could change your mind, I'll be here and you can call me at your liberty, you can hold me at your liberty. Do you remember how lover's right for summers, even nights, would never seem to end and as december comes stirring with that finger of desire to feel it once again. You worry 'bout you're friends: what if they find what's going on? But if you want to try to make it come alive, I'll be here. Help me out, I live in doubt, sort me out. Don't make it every night, don't wanna be the love of your life. So if you are inclined, to spend a little time, I'll be here