Hornsby Bruce These Arms Of Mine Lyrics

These Arms Of Mine Lyrics

(by Bruce R. Hornsby)

  

 Well, I'm walking 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 true

 

 It's gonna take these arms of mine

 All that they've to hold on to 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 to hold on to 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