Looking out the door I see the rain Fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water Maybe I am too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind So you never know I'm broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight, child And you know how much I need it Too young to hold on Or too old to break free and run Sometimes a girl gets carried away When he feels like he should be having his fun And she much too blind to see the damage he's done 'Cause sometimes a girl must awake to find that really, she has no one So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn Oh, will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh-oh lover, you shouldn've come over 'Cause it's now too late ♪ You should've come over