Do What I Can - Robert Francis

I still think 'bout the days, driving around, with nothing to do,

but find all the things we’d never found

You were so pretty and we were so young, windows rolled down, singing old songs

We’d come back to my room, the sun peaking in

You’d put on your clothes and say, «Babe, oh I think I, I think I might like

you.»

Listen to the shadows, hanging pictures, we were drifters

We’d get too close and then you’d drift away from the one thing,

hanging in the silence

Oh, our love was just too violent

And you’d start screaming with my head in your hands

I remember the time I said, «Babe, I can’t be your man

But I’ll do what I can.»

And I always knew your bite was bigger than your bark

I remember the nights I used to watch you sleep in the dark

I had a good heart