Wouldn't Have to Miss You - Pecos & The Rooftops

"Have you met Miss Jones?" someone said as we shook hands, She was just Miss Jones to me. And then I said, "Miss Jones, you're a girl who understands I'm a man who must be free." And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death, And all at once I owned the earth and sky. And now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die, Miss Jones and I. And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death, And all at once I owned the earth and the sky. Now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die, Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I.

"Have you met Miss Jones" Someone said as we shook hands She was just Miss Jones to me And then I said, "Miss Jones" "You're a girl who understands" "I'm a man who must be free" And all at once, I lost my breath And all at once, was scared to death And all at once, I owned the earth and sky And now I've met Miss Jones And we'll keep on meetin' 'til we die Miss Jones and I And all at once, I lost my breath And all at once, was scared to death And all at once, I owned the earth and sky Now I've met Miss Jones And we'll keep on meetin' 'til we die Miss Jones and I Miss Jones and I Miss Jones and I "Ha"

I'm drunk and on my way to black out I know you're over my shit Been throwing stones inside this glass house Maybe we should try bricks I'm just not me when I'm sober And you're not you when you drink There's two stories to this glass house And neither one's good for me How many times are we gonna fight 'Til we realize there's nothing worth fighting for? Maybe we're stuck on pieces of us That are better off shattered on the bedroom floor This love's become a hurtful full circle You make me feel like I somehow Fucked this up on my own We can't save this broken glass house It's nowhere close to a home How many times are we gonna fight 'Til we realize there's nothing worth fighting for? Maybe we're stuck on pieces of us That are better off shattered on the bedroom floor This love's become a hurtful full circle I'm drunk and on my way to black out I know you're over my shit Been throwing stones inside this glass house Maybe we should try bricks How many times are we gonna fight 'Til we realize there's nothing worth fighting for? Maybe we're stuck on pieces of us That are better off shattered on the bedroom floor This love's become a hurtful full circle This love's become a hurtful full circle

It's 5 a.m. It's 5 a.m., it's 5 a.m. It's 5 a.m. Wish I could say that I saw it coming Problem is I never do And it's too late to let myself feel something So I'll just keep running from you It's 5 a.m. and where is my head? I think I left it at the bar again I don't know when I'll stumble to bed We'll probably wake up in an argument Can't save myself from 5 a.m. It's 5 a.m. No other lonely like an all-night sunrise But it's the only light I see No better feeling when I look into your loving eyes They see the good that I could be But it's 5 a.m. and where is my head? I think I left it at the bar again I don't know when I'll stumble to bed We'll probably wake up in an argument Can't save myself from 5 a.m. Even with my best intentions Can't change my way of living How are you so good with your life While I'm here fucking up mine? At 5 a.m. and where is my head? I think I left it at the bar again I don't know when I'll stumble to bed We'll probably wake up in an argument Can't save myself from 5 a.m. Where is my head? I think I left it at the bar again I don't know when I'll stumble to bed We'll probably wake up in an argument Can't save myself from 5 a.m. It's 5 a.m. Can't save myself from 5 a.m. It's 5 a.m.

Dark and grey An English film The Wednesday Play We always watch The Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes See shipwrecked sailors You're still dry The outlook's fine Though Wales might Have some rain Saved again Let's skip the news, boy I'll make some tea The Arabs and the Jews, boy Too much for me They get me confused, boy Puts me off to sleep And the thing I hate Oh, Lord Is staying up late To watch some debate On some nation's fate Hypnotised By Batman, Tarzan Still surprised You've won the west In time to be our guest Name your prize Drop of wine A glass of beer, dear What's the time? The grime on the Tyne Is mine, all mine, all mine Five past nine Blood on the rooftops Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco A word from Peking The trouble was started By a young Errol Flynn Better in my day Oh, Lord For when we got bored We'd have a world war Happy but poor So let's skip the news, boy I'll go make that tea Blood on the rooftops Too much for me When old Mother Goose stops They're out for 23 Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy Has found a new face again

You're a pretty wild flower I'm a dust cloud rolling Through your baby blue afternoon You're a sunset smile I'm a million miles away standing right next to you And ain't it a shame You're all that I need But I'd rather keep My company of the bottle with me It starts and it ends With me fucked up again The same always goes, the same as it's been You're a could be that I'll never choose Another good thing that I'll have to lose But that's nothing new Maybe I can't tell you why I am the way I am No way in hell it's worth the hell I put you through And I know you know, I've tried all that I can All the fixin' that a broken man can do Something just don't want me for you When you're all that I need But I'd rather keep My company of the bottle with me It starts and it ends With me fucked up again The same always goes, the same as it's been You're a could be that I'll never choose Another good thing that I'll have to lose But that's nothing new I find a good one Try to hang on But the grip's only good as the worst that I've done It starts and it ends With me fucked up again The same always goes, the same as it's been You're a could be that I'll never choose Another good thing that I'll have to lose But that's nothing new