Well, I tried to make it Sunday

But I got so damn depressed

That I set my sights on Monday

And I got myself undressed

Now I ain't ready for the altar

But I do agree there's times

When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinking 'bout you

Sister Golden Hair surprise

And I just can't live without you

Can't you see it in my eyes?

I've been one poor correspondent

And I've been too, too hard to find

But it doesn't mean

You ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle

Will you meet me in the air?

Will you love me just a little?

Just enough to show you care?

Well, I tried to fake it

I don't mind sayin'

I just can't make it

Well, I keep on thinking 'bout you

Sister Golden Hair surprise

And I just can't live without you

Can't you see it in my eyes?

Now I've been one poor correspondent

And I've been too, too hard to find

But it doesn't mean

You ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle

Will you meet me in the air?

Will you love me just a little?

Just enough to show you care?

Well, I tried to fake it

I don't mind sayin'

I just can't make it

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