I was saying last night
I was seeing the light
I was starting to sort it
out somehow
I was going alone
I was holding my own
I was doing all right until
just now
I was thinking last night
I was winning this fight
I was keeping you out of here
somehow
I was gaining some ground
I was coming around
I was doing all right until
just now
© 1981 W.D. Neely
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