Written by peter green.
Sometimes i get so tied up
Wrestling with these feelings here inside
Baby please make your mind up
Are we gonna make up
Or are yer gonna leave me with the rain
I know you got your reasons
I heard them when you hit me with the score
But honey, if you
How can you just stand there
And say don
Cryin?won
Cryin?won
And cryin?won
I
But cryin?won
Cryin?won
I
But cryin?won
Tell me ist just a nightmare
And i can burn your message in the flame
Show me there
Someway baby, someway baby
I can stop the rain
Cryin?won
Cryin?won
Cryin?won
Yes, i
But cryin?won