Lyrics

Walking around the kitchen at midnight Trying to get the message through Wondering why I'm feeling so uptight I can't blame it on you I'm flying out to London, baby Got a little number to do Come Monday, I'll be feeling all right And we can start anew It's that look in your eyes At the end of the night Telling me not to go It's both of our fault This movie's way too long If only you will listen to me If only I could show some respect Come a little closer and woo me And we'll get out of this mess I'm flying out to Houston, baby Play a little number or two Come Monday, I'll be feeling all right It's that look in your eyes At the end of the night Telling me not to go It's both of our fault This movie's way too long Faces, people I'm lonely, I miss you Feelings I see through Before too long, I'll be back by your side This movie's way too long