These Arms Of Mine
Bruce Hornsby And The Range
Miscellaneous
These Arms Of Mine
Well I'm walking on the floor
Hanging right round the door
Hoping you will come through
Wanting you to, sweat on my brow
I'm no saint
Nothing left but a bad excuse
The heat makes you do things
You might just not do
In your right mind
But you'll do what you do
You can be sure I'll be there
It's gonna take these arms of mine
All that they've got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot
A whole, whole, whole lot
Well I'm walking the line
Between wrong and right
I could go either way
But now you don't want me to stay
You're so tired of waiting
Well I'm no saint
Tried to have my cake and eat it too
But nobody does what you do
Now another wins and I lose
I might deserve to
Now you'll do what you do
Might be too late but I'll tell you
It's gonna take these arms of mine
All that they've got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna hold, hold, hold on
Hold, hold, hold on