(Billy Deaton)      Just like all the other times as we entered   Across the white dance floor then to the bar   I thought I saw him smile in your direction    Or was my imagination running wild?      With ten minutes he had asked you for a dance love   Oh, too soon you said you'd like it fine   I thought you danced too close to be strangers    Or was my imagination out of line?      --- Instrumental ---      As the night grew old the wine had made you careless   It seemed to me that he was just your style   I said let's go home before there's some heartache   And you said your imagination's running wild.      My mind was filled with cruel and painful vision   Afraid I might be wrong, I tried to smile   Then you left with him and all my fears were happ'ning   And my poor imagination's running wild.      Yes, my poor imagination's running wild...