Be Your Man

"Down the Corridor Is the Residence of Sorrow

I'm Creepin On the Hardwood Floor

I Walk Quiet On From Where She Lay Sleepin

In the Shadow of the Pale Moon

I Leave a Last Tap On the Crescent of Her Hip

My Promise Breath in Her Ear On Another Night

As I Slip Away

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I'm Waitin to Be Her Man

Yeah

I Sent Dispatches

Well I'm a Good Lieutenant That Way Hey

From Lonely Stations I Make and Break Promises

The Explanations They Contain

And I Deliver These Disappointments

With a Sorrow That Grows Deeper and Deadlier Every Day

Yeah and I Wanted to Be Her Man

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I'm Waitin to Be Her Man

And I Try and I Try

I Try to Make It Happen

It's So Hard Pretending That It Don't Even Matter

Understand Now

Come Back She's Moving in Different Patterns

She's Responding to the Constant Strain

Of Fact, Fiction, and Promises

And to the Harsh Truths That They Contain

So I Take Care, Make Less Noise When I'm Here Now

So She Won't Hear Me On the Hard Wood

On the Nights When I've Gone Away

Yeah

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I Wanted to Be Her Man

I'm Tryin and Tryin

And I Gotta Make It Happen

It's no Good Pretending That It Don't Really Matter

And Good Intending

Let's Try and Send It

And I Wanted to Be Her Man

And I'm Waiting to Be Her Man

And I Wanted to Be Her Man

And I'm Tryin, Tryin, Tryin"