Wishful Thinkin'
We would've learned by now
Never to fight for who gets the last word
It doesn't matter anyhow
But round and round we go in circles
Trying to work things through
Sometimes it feels like miles between us
But I keep comin' back to you
And it's rough, and it's tough, and it's harder than any-
-thing I've ever tried to do
But I love you so much that in spite of the struggle
I keep comin' back to you
Hold me now, just think about
This room that we've shared so long
We've studied the map of cracks in the ceiling
Tal
She's In The Bedroom Crying
(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon)
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside
A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying
And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening
Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold
She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend,
And says she wishes she knew what was missing
Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold
They don't talk to each other
They're no longer lovers
They won't even say the three words
That could keep love from dying
She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying