Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressednThat I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressednI ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's timesnWhen a woman sure can be a friend of minennWell, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprisenAnd I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?nI been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to findnBut it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mindnnWill you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?nWill you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?nWell I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make itnnWill you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?nWill you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?nWell I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it