Caught by Night Songtext
von Albert Hammond, Jr.
Caught by Night Songtext
When you asked me what was wrong
Did you know it all along?
′Cause you kinda read my mind
When you asked me for the time
And I thought the clocks would stop
Every book would be unlocked
In your heart, a boxing ring
And some super glue
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don't no one despair
He don′t even care that his hair is getting thin
If he's knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
And I miss the way we talked
What we had, not what we lost
But I guess the fault is mine
Had to prove that I was right
When you look at what you left
Try to laugh, don′t get depressed
Look at all the rotten food
On the menu here
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don′t no one despair
He don't even care that his hair is getting thin
If he′s knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
When I asked you what was wrong
Guess I knew it all along
I know when that doorbell rings
I won′t answer
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don't no one despair
He don′t even care that his hair is getting thin
If he's knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
Baby, please don′t let him in
Baby, please
If he asks you to stay
You better go
If he asks you to pay
Hell, I′ve got you
Did you know it all along?
′Cause you kinda read my mind
When you asked me for the time
And I thought the clocks would stop
Every book would be unlocked
In your heart, a boxing ring
And some super glue
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don't no one despair
He don′t even care that his hair is getting thin
If he's knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
And I miss the way we talked
What we had, not what we lost
But I guess the fault is mine
Had to prove that I was right
When you look at what you left
Try to laugh, don′t get depressed
Look at all the rotten food
On the menu here
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don′t no one despair
He don't even care that his hair is getting thin
If he′s knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
When I asked you what was wrong
Guess I knew it all along
I know when that doorbell rings
I won′t answer
Time is over there, climbing up the stairs
And his legs are getting tired
But don't no one despair
He don′t even care that his hair is getting thin
If he's knocking at your door
Baby, please don't let him in
Baby, please don′t let him in
Baby, please
If he asks you to stay
You better go
If he asks you to pay
Hell, I′ve got you
Writer(s): Simon Wilcox, Albert Jr. Hammond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com