(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

The moths at the window  

They can see the light  

The crickets crick in the dark  

My pen runs out of ink  

As I start to write  

The feelings that are in my heart  

This headache won't subside  

I've got you on my mind tonight  

The silence of the telephone  

Doesn't bother me  

But I wish that it would ring  

I'm confined to quarters  

I'm in solitary  

I'm the man who would be king  

The small hand's on the five  

I've got you on my mind tonight  



The loneliness for loving you  

Is some price to pay  

But are my pockets deep enough  

The chorus of the morning  

Keeps me awake  

So busy with the thoughts of love  

As I slowly close my eyes  

I've got you on my mind tonight  



Just as I go off to sleep  

A car pulls up, I hear a beep  



Good night