Tuesday Sixty-eight
I really think it's bad that it has to be like this.
Even if we were just friends, friends don't act like this.
I wanted to give you everything,
but you wouldn't give me a chance.
You know, nothing to do, isn't nothing to do,
when I'm with you.
There's a full-moon in this train-town tonight.
And I'm thinking of you lost love,
am I just a boy lovesick?
I can't get over this sickness.
Nothing to do, isn't nothing to do,
when I'm with you.
And already I miss you.
