I close my door at night,  But they get in all right,  And she turns on the light.  I held her hands so tight,  'Cause words don't come out right,  And she sees things at night.  Me, I'm closer to the door,  I don't get scared no more,  But I don't know the score.  If I could hold them in my hand,  I'd make them understand.  I'm not a haunted mind,  I'm not a thoughtless kind.  If I could put them in a jar,  I know they wouldn't scar,  I'd do it if I could,  I hope you know I would.  I close my door at night,  But she gets in all right  So I turn on the light.  I held her hand too tight,  Too hard to make it right,  So I could sleep at night.  If I could hold them in my hand,  I'd make them understand.  I'm not a haunted mind,  I'm not a thoughtless kind.  If I could put them in a jar,  I know they wouldn't scar,  I'd do it if I could,  I hope you know I would.  I'd do it if I could,  I hope you know I would.  I'd do it if I could,  I hope you know I would.  I'd do it if I could,  I hope you know I would.  © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI