Five minutes alone, with you
That's all I ever seem to think about
And I'd make every second count as two
If I had five minutes alone with you
Yours is the last face I see
As I descend into fitful sleep
It's the first when I awake
And see you sitting in the swing chair
In the swing chair
God look at my hands shaking
See how they shake
How can I write if my hands are shaking?
And I got to get this down
She's the girl in the lemon dress
With her mother's smile in the swing chair
And the summer hat with the bluebirds on
When you took her from the swing chair
Then I get this letter out of the blue
Spoke to me like I was normal
It's not what I'm used to
It promised to make my dream come true
And give me
Five minutes alone (five minutes)
With you (five minutes)
All I have to do is share
With some like minded individuals
And they'd tell me exactly when and where
God look at my hands shaking
See how they shake
I can't do it if my hands are shaking
And I don't want to let them down