Chas Recchia v. James Dean

Morning in the window Autumn in your arm I'll see you tomorrow Leaving after dark Turned to me to say, you better walk back home To make sense of it, walk back home Without the sentiment, walk back home I've seen this coming and I, walk back home Lent an angel my bed Flutter in the breeze Answer to my sorrow Troubled in my sleep Laughing while you say, you had too much They're all thinking that you talk too much Spent the night and you had too much Smiling I whisper you talk too much You, came around, I had nothing Spent, led around and, left with nothing Stay, stay away and, owe you nothing I, save myself and, owe you nothing