Writer Porter Wagoner

Here we sit lookin' at each other seems we're at a loss for what to say
Ties bind us both with someone else we don't want to hurt but we must break
And tonight I'll sit home a thinkin' and tonight I'll sit home a drinkin'
We both live in seperate homes where there's no love at all
Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil
Tomorrow we'll meet here in the same place where love and desires just won't
wait
In each other's arms we'll dream for a little while
Then when it's time to leave it'll nearly drive us wild
And tonight again I'll sit home a thinkin'...
Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil