Wavy Nights
Know I'll stay up too late
And drink too much, and I'll waste my time
The cigarette papers on the carpets
And the best mate's in his prime
Saw you sitting on the bottom of the stairs
In a jacket and plain white T
I'm not James Dean, but I've turned 18
I know what I used to be
But then she walked through the door
With a look of despair
I tried to carry on
But I think I still care
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
I'm constantly creeping
On a frequent spells of uncertainty
She's smoking and speaking
'Cause what she does best comes naturally
Make up
Your mind
Leave or stay
Let it be
I'll try to see it my way
But then she walked through the door
With a cig in between
The edge of her lips
That I kissed in my dream
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
And drink too much, and I'll waste my time
The cigarette papers on the carpets
And the best mate's in his prime
Saw you sitting on the bottom of the stairs
In a jacket and plain white T
I'm not James Dean, but I've turned 18
I know what I used to be
But then she walked through the door
With a look of despair
I tried to carry on
But I think I still care
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
I'm constantly creeping
On a frequent spells of uncertainty
She's smoking and speaking
'Cause what she does best comes naturally
Make up
Your mind
Leave or stay
Let it be
I'll try to see it my way
But then she walked through the door
With a cig in between
The edge of her lips
That I kissed in my dream
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
I miss all those wavy nights
The tides turn and suddenly
When you were all over me
And now I'm torn between my dreams and reality
And I miss all those wrongs and rights
The misconception
That you were just a good friend to me
Well now I'm stuck between my dreams and reality
Credits
Writer(s): George Weston Jenkins
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