Lover, You Should’ve Come Over (live acoustic at On Air Azabu Studios, Tokyo, Japan - Jan 1995)

Looking out the door I see the rain
Fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water
Well, maybe I'm too young
To keep good lover from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind so
You'll never know

I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child?
You know how much I need it

I'm too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feel like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Well, sometimes a man must awake to find that really
He has no one

So I wait for you, and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?

Lover, well, you should've come
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain
And burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he has you with him

My body turns, and yearns
For a sleep that won't ever come

It's never over
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Oh, it's never over
All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Oh, it's never over
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Oh, it's never over
She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well, maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Lover, lover, oh
Lover, you should've come over
Oh, when you touch me don't I
Feel too young to hold on
And I'm much too old to break free and run
I'm too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh love, well I wait for you

Lover, love, lover, love, love, love
Lover, love, lover
'Cause it's not too late