Under a whole broken skynon a warm winter nightnA man's not a man nif he don't know how to crynI'm in love with younOh lord, I'm in love with younnIf the measure of a mannis weighed by his tears,nthe weight of my lovenwill be measured by the yearsnI'm in love with younOh lord, I'm in love with younnSo you better figure it outnbefore it slips awaynYeah, you better figure it out,nbefore it slips awaynnWell I crossed fifty statesnonly to find that Georgia's real prettynbut it's you that's on my mindnI'm in love with younOh lord, I'm in love with younnIf the compass of a mannis shaped like his heartnmine's pointed south so i better get a startnI'm in love with younOh lord, I'm in love with younnSo you better figure it outnbefore it slips awaynYeah, you better figure it out,nbefore it slips away