I’ve got some money and some clothes Laying on my bed, But I’d rather have you laying there instead Oh I got an old guitar And some songs to sing at bars But I’d rather have your attention. And as for me, I’m in-between the summer air and autumn leaves And she’s falling asleep On the pull-out couch next to me And I’ll be counting sheep Till the sun comes out, From under the trees. I must have left, open my head When you stepped out of my dreams last night, and into my life Into my life. I got some problems But, we’ve all got a few And I tried sleeping on either side But it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you And as for me, I’m in between The summer air and autumn leaves. And as for me, I’m in between The roads that lead you back to me And She’s falling asleep On the pull out couch next to me. And I’ll be counting sheep Till the sun comes out, From under the trees. I must have left, open my head When you stepped out of my dreams Last night, and into my life Into my life And as for me, I’m in between The summer air and autumn leaves And the roads that lead you back to me And as for me, I’m in between, somewhere there In between trying to sing a song And trying to live the dream And she’s falling asleep on the pull-out couch. And I’ll be counting sheep Till the sun comes out From under the trees! I must have left, open my head when you stepped out of my dreams last night, and into my life Into my life!