I Ain't Got A Clue / St. Stephen

It's days like this when I surely miss the way You called me Out of the blue with nothing to prove You lay it all on me And I ain't got a clue Just wanna hear I miss you Oh, oh Night after night My thoughts burn bright Thinking of you changing in the mirror Some other dude who never knew Just what it means to be right here And I ain't got a clue Just wanna hear I miss you Oh, oh And I'll wait forever And I'll wait forever And I'll wait forever again, oh And how could you do this to me Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes, the people all complain Did Stephen prosper in his time? Well he may or he may decline Did it matter? Does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how