Tell me now. . . Who’s in charge here? I thought help was on the way It took so many years to get out of here Now I’m back where I belong Now I’m back where I belong Next to you Stuck to you
Here’s the rub. . . There’s no difference Between poison and the cure When the one tastes so great it’s a crying shame That I’m back where I belong Now I’m back where I belong Next to you Stuck with you
Say goodnight to your mother Say a prayer for your father Wake me when the thunderclouds are rolling in Take me to a hazy Sunday morning
I heard your eyes and I touched your tongue When we were kids we never felt so young Take me to a hazy Sunday morning
I heard your eyes and I touched your tongue When we were kids we never felt so young Take me to a hazy Sunday morning