Most men like sports
I'm not much into games
I like astronomy
I'd like to even get beyond that
The older I get
The more I see how much
A woman needs a man
And, Pam, I want to give you all my time
To live in your arms
To die in your eyes
To merge with you
Where my soul is indistinguishable from yours
This loneliness still haunts me
Butt I keep on running to you
I keep coming back
I keep coming back to you
I used to play a little poker
With the boys on Friday nights
I remember one Christmas
I gambled all our money away
It took you a while
But somehow you understood
Somehow you learned
To only see the good
To live in your arms
To die in your eyes
To merge with you
Where my soul is indistinguishable from yours
This loneliness still haunts me
But I keep on running to you
I keep coming back
I keep coming back to you
Solo
To live in my arms
To die in my eyes
To merge with me
Where your soul is indistinguishable from mine
The loneliness still stalks you
But you keep on running to me
You keep coming back
You keep coming back to me
Jim Colyer ascap