Bruce Hornsby

B. r. hornsby
Way out here, working on the docks
Everyone sees the long day through
Well what would I do without the nights
And the phone
And the chance just to talk to you
A thousand miles away
What I wouldnt give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Or someday when times werent so tight
When the day goes down on the
Water town
When the sun sinks low all around
Thats when I know I need you now
Youre what I miss
Every little kiss