Max Stalling Lying Here At 3
I cannot begin to know
What it is that makes it so
Comfortable for me
To be lying here at three
In the afternoon with you
Lord knows I’ve got work to do
A name to make and things to prove
But every time I try
To whisper a goodbye
I find that it’s no use
My life becomes a sigh
When I lie down next to you
Maybe it’s your sweet, warm touch
That seems to calm me down so much
Makes the lions at the gate
Have to mill around and wait
Till I’ve gained my strength from you
CHORUS
I listen as the clock ticks on
And watch the sunlight’s rays grow long
Stretching cross the floor
As I’m lying here at four
In the afternoon with you.
