The Thought

Kiss this man before you go

I’ve been on my own too long

Make this right before you leave

I’ve been on my hands and knees

I guess it must be something in your stare

That makes me care

I guess it must be something that I done

That makes you run, run

I don’t wanna die

Yes, I am a fool

I was standing right there, baby

When you said you were through

I’m a stranger to the thought

That I lost you

I guess it must be something in your stare

That makes me care

Yeah, I guess it must be something that I done

That makes you run, run, run, run

I don’t wanna die

Yes, I am a fool

I was standing right there, baby

When you said you were through

I’m a stranger to the thought

That I lost, uh, you