These Arms Of Mine — текст песни (Bruce Hornsby And The Range)

Well I`m walking on the floor
Hanging right round the door
Hoping you will come through
Wanting you to, sweat on my brow
I`m no saint
Nothing left but a bad excuse
The heat makes you do things
You might just not do
In your right mind
But you`ll do what you do
You can be sure I`ll be there

It`s gonna take these arms of mine
All that they`ve got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot
A whole, whole, whole lot

Well I`m walking the line
Between wrong and right
I could go either way
But now you don`t want me to stay
You`re so tired of waiting
Well I`m no saint
Tried to have my cake and eat it too
But nobody does what you do
Now another wins and I lose
I might deserve to
Now you`ll do what you do
Might be too late but I`ll tell you

It`s gonna take these arms of mine
All that they`ve got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna hold, hold, hold on
Hold, hold, hold on