Wild Horses*

I've been holding out so long.
I've been sleeping all alone.
Lord, I miss you.
I've been hanging on the phone.
I've been sleeping all alone.
I want to kiss you.
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep.
You've been starring in my dreams.
Lord, I miss you.
I've been waiting in the hall.
Been waiting on your call.
When the phone rings,
it's just some friends of mine that say:
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve,
with some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine.
Hey, let's go mess and fool around.
You know, like we used to"
Oh, everybody waits so long.
Oh baby, why you wait so long?
Won't you come on! Come on!
I've been walking in Central Park,
singing after dark.
People think I'm crazy.
I've been stumbling on my feet,
shuffling through the street,
asking people:
"What's the matter with you boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to myself.
Sometimes I say,
I won't miss you child.
I guess I'm lying to myself,
it's just you and no one else.
Lord, I won't miss you child.
You've been blotting out my mind,
fooling on my time.
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah
Lord, I miss you child.