Workin' Late

1st verse
Holy roller, can you tell me the time?
Workin' late has put a dent in my mind.
I know it’s hard enough for you to describe.
You just know, I am here, always by your side.
Maybe it’s exaggeration,
all part of my imagination.
The time I reach you, you are, fast in bed.
Dreaming 'bout some things that I never said.
And I’ve told you but these things we forget.
2nd verse
Though I hurry well the moves I make are slow.
Cascading flurries seem to cover the road.
Well, steady baby, as you peek through the blinds.
I know you’re looking for a familiar sign.
It’s never an easy season, but I’ll be there with
my kindred reason.
(guitar solo)