i don’t want to think about it anymore
you left but you didn’t shut the door
or maybe i left it standing open for you to come through
laid aside, left behind and i still want you

you’re on my mind – all the time

i don’t want to wait beside the phone
so i can let it ring, pretend i am not at home
i’m not fooling anyone, it’s sad but true
cast off, cut loose and i still want you

you’re on my mind – all the time

i don’t want this image in my head
your body beckoning, darling come to bed
tousled hair spilling between eyes of blue
fool’s gold, a coarse joke and i still want you

you’re on my mind – all the time