| Lonely In Love |
| Here I sit with love in my heart But when, just when will the true love start I have a lady to call my own But she's never with me, she's always at home She tells me she loves me And I say it too But God knows it's killing me For it's been a week or two She calls me on the phone each night But it's not the same as her holding me tight She calls me over and we make love then we sleep But in the morning she seem in a rush for me to leave I feel in my heart that love is there But, is it sex based, to ask I don't dare To lose her would be a tragedy Or to stay together with her not with me So every night I await the call And when it doesn't come my heart does fall To the floor, across the room I'll dispose of it like dust with a broom For this ol' heart has been broken before But there's never been a time I've felt like a whore Is that the feeling I feel now What do I tell her, when and how I want a lady to be my friend Not just some girl to spend the weekend For if sex was all I wanted to do I'd pick up the phone and call a girl or two But I don't want just that in my life no more For I'm better than that, I am no whore There was a time when I played the field So many different women, my efforts did yeild Now my heart longs for more than that More than a one night stand at the drop of a hat I need a lady who is my one and only I want a love that's not so lonely Darrin L. Broyhill |
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| Music Entitled: All Out Of Love |
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