I woke up to day in Lon don

as the plane was touch ing down,

and all I could think a bout was Mon day,

when may be I’d be back a round.

If this keeps me a way much long er,

I don’t know what I would do.

You’ve got to un der stand it’s a (C)hard life

that I’m go in’ through.

And when the night falls in a round me

and I don’t think I’ll make it through,

I’ll use your light to guide the way

’cause all I think a bout is you.

Well, L.

A.’s get tin‘ kind a cra zy

and New York’s get tin’ kind a cold.

I keep my head from get tin’ la zy.

I just can’t wait to get back home.

And all these days I spend a way,

I’ll make up for this, I swear.

I need your love to hold me up

when it’s all too much to bear.

And when the night falls in a round me

and I don't think I’ll make it through,

I’ll use your light to guide the way

’cause all I think a bout is you.

Whoa,

whoa.

And all these days I spend a

’cause all I think a bout is you.