I could catch the next boat outa here   But I still don't have the money   An' if I leave, I won't get it   Seems I got my timin' wrong again   I was really hopin' to be with you   But now we'll have to forget it   So I'll just sit and write this letter   An' let you read between the lines.      About this time of night with the kids in bed   And you with time to spare   And your favourite songs   And me I still listen to Jimmy Webb    And Linda Ronstatd, and I'm sorry it's gone wrong   And if you're soundin' worn and sad and lonely   Then I'm still the man for you.      INSTRUMENTAL      An' if you're feelin' worn and sad and lonely   Then I'm still the man for you.      Neither great nor faintly versatile   Just this hackneyed style   That you used to say wasn't bad   Even so, one day I'm going to make it work   Then I'll buy yer all the things you never had   Meanwhile I'll just write you this letter   An' see you sometime next year.