Onto Her Bed

On and on and on
A blue eyed boy not made for pain
Gone I’m gone I’m gone
My tears down the windy alley drain
But call them back I want you
I feel something’s got to give with you and him
Call me back I want you
I feel I could be your boy if you let me in
I remember Spring
We used to sit by a broken swing
Wait for love in vain
Like some lily drenched with rain
But call them back I want you
I feel something’s got to give with you and him
Call me back I want you
I feel I could be your boy if you let me in
On and on and on
It goes on and on
On and on and on
It goes on and on
But how can he love her?
Onto her bed
Can he love her?
Onto her bed