Chris De Burgh

Sometimes the man in me gets restless,
I need to get away from you,
And spend some time with someone that I knew,
Just to see here for a night,
And in the candlelight,
To talk and remember early days;
Sometimes the woman in yous uneasy,
I can see it in your eyes,
Just like me you need to know
Can you still fly,
Can you still arouse the passions
Of another man,
And if you carry it through, what would I do?
It would take much more than this