my bags are packed, I'm ready to goStanding here

Sometimes I think that I'm on the right trackBut I keep

I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no, never would IWouldn't trade Christmas,

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the

Writer(s): Delores SilversThe tables are empty - the dance floor's desertedYou

de-us-n't int'rest meLove the life that I leadI've got

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

I've had my moments, I will confessMy fleeting moments of tendernessI

1 - no proof when people sayYou're more or

got the horse right hereThe name is Paul RevereAnd here's

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic

My heart is sad and lonelyFor you I sigh, for you

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

Fly me to the moonLet me play among the starsLet me

di "I am a fool to want a fool

I begged her, I pleaded, I told herBaby, come out of

If only she'd looked my wayJust stopped to say a word

Jesus is a rock in the weary land, the weary land,

is for the way you look at meO is for