At night I feel the air just slip through my fingers   In daylight it sticks like glue   When I consider all the things that creep under my skin   None of them are quite as sweet as you      So don't cry      And if I leave, and coming back I lose my way   Don't change the locks on the back door   Cause even though my brain may be twisted and unsound   You know that my heart is true      So don't cry   So don't cry   So don't cry   So don't cry