"Down the Corridor Is the Residence of Sorrow 
I'm Creepin On the Hardwood Floor 
I Walk Quiet On From Where She Lay Sleepin 
In the Shadow of the Pale Moon 
I Leave a Last Tap On the Crescent of Her Hip 
My Promise Breath in Her Ear On Another Night 
As I Slip Away 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I'm Waitin to Be Her Man 
Yeah 
I Sent Dispatches 
Well I'm a Good Lieutenant That Way Hey 
From Lonely Stations I Make and Break Promises 
The Explanations They Contain 
And I Deliver These Disappointments 
With a Sorrow That Grows Deeper and Deadlier Every Day 
Yeah and I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I'm Waitin to Be Her Man 
And I Try and I Try 
I Try to Make It Happen 
It's So Hard Pretending That It Don't Even Matter 
Understand Now 
Come Back She's Moving in Different Patterns 
She's Responding to the Constant Strain 
Of Fact, Fiction, and Promises 
And to the Harsh Truths That They Contain 
So I Take Care, Make Less Noise When I'm Here Now 
So She Won't Hear Me On the Hard Wood 
On the Nights When I've Gone Away 
Yeah 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I Wanted to Be Her Man 
I'm Tryin and Tryin 
And I Gotta Make It Happen 
It's no Good Pretending That It Don't Really Matter 
And Good Intending 
Let's Try and Send It 
And I Wanted to Be Her Man 
And I'm Waiting to Be Her Man 
And I Wanted to Be Her Man 
And I'm Tryin, Tryin, Tryin"