The moths at the window
   They can see the light
   The crickets crick in the dark
   My pen runs out of ink
   As I start to write
   The feelings that are in my heart
   This headache won’t subside
   I’ve got you on my mind tonight
   The silence of the telephone
   Doesn’t bother me
   But I wish that it would ring
   I’m confined to quarters
   I’m in solitary
   I’m the man who would be king
   The small hand’s on the five
   I’ve got you on my mind tonight
  
   The loneliness for loving you
   Is some price to pay
   But are my pockets deep enough
   The chorus of the morning
   Keeps me awake
   So busy with the thoughts of love
   As I slowly close my eyes
   I’ve got you on my mind tonight
  
   Just as I go off to sleep
   A car pulls up, I hear a beep
  
   Good night