( G. Harrison )

I want to tell you
My head is filled with things to say.
When you're here
All those words they seem to slip away.

When I get near you
The game begin to drag me down.
It's all right,
I'll make you maybe next time around.

But if I seem to get unkind,
It's only me, it's not my mind,
That is confusing things.

I want to tell you
I feel hung up and I don't know why.
I don't mind,
I could wait forever, I've got time.