Parking Lot - Gregory Isaacs

Can't stop my sire beckoning The desert is asleep Kiss the sky against the rocks A rush of speaking, am I speeding? The shapes had moved across it He took me far and fell into our home Was it bliss? Gentle fingers closing my eyes You disappearing in recline The night's berth is wide Hands on the top of these tangled locks Inward, it rushes out Her hands on her painted blue skin A world of pain They will hear us cry From the parking lot

Come meet me here in this parking lot I've got some things that I wanna clear up My bad, lately, you've been an afterthought I wanna put you first, wanna make this work Yeah, I like me better when you're around, haven't found Anybody else that makes me feel like you do (like you do) Yeah, it's been a minute, I'm so out of touch, needing love Don't wanna spend another moment without you So tell me that you love me, tell me that you care Tell me there's no reason to be scared Tell me that you see me, so I don't feel alone Give me some direction, I wanna come home Crazy how life gets in the way My bad, I let things get between us I never meant to let our love fade I wanna put you first, wanna make this work Yeah, I like me better when you're around, haven't found Anybody else that makes me feel like You do (like You do) Yeah, it's been a minute, I'm so out of touch, needing love Don't wanna spend another moment without you So tell me that you love me, tell me that you care Tell me there's no reason to be scared Tell me that you see me, so I don't feel alone Give me some direction, I wanna come home Tell me that you love me, tell me that you care (tell me) Tell me there's no reason to be scared Tell me that you see me, so I don't feel alone (tell me) Give me some direction, I wanna come home La-la-la-la-la, I wanna come home La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, I wanna come home La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Come meet me here in this parking lot I've got some things that I wanna clear up Wanna clear up Wanna clear up

What a lala... According to the fills The Philistines surround my hills Got to make a run They're behind me with a gun But there's one thing I've got to say For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go According to the fills My feet are my only wheels Still I've got to live Although I'm the fugitive Yes there's one thing I've got to say For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go Yes I've got to go According to the fills The Philistines surround my hills (Lord) I've got to make a run for it They're behind me with a gun Got to let you know, For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go Let them know 'Bout to, 'bout to leave