Well I tried to make it Sunday But I got so damned depressed That I set my sights on Monday And I got myself undressed 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 thinkin' 'bout you Sister golden hair surprise And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes I been one poor correspondent I 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 end Will you love me just a little Jusr enough to show you care Well I tried to fake it I don't mind sayin' I just can't make it ©1975 WB Music Corp