Yours

Got no babies to feed
No place to be
There’s nobody at home
Waiting on me
Got a bed by a window
I don’t need much more
But sure would love to be yours
There’s a place down the street
Much older than me
They call me by name and
They know what I need
There’s a booth that I sit at every morn
I sure would love to be yours
Bitter freedom ain’t worth keeping
There’s something that I’ve been needing
That I can’t provide
No matter how hard I try
Bitter freedom ain’t worth keeping
Something that I’ve been needing
That I can’t provide
No matter how hard I try
There’s a light in the hall
I like to keep on
A little trick that I play
So I don’t feel alone
There’s a side of the bed
That I try to ignore
I sure would love to be yours
I sure would love to be yours