The moths up at the window, they can see the lightThe crickets croak in the dark, my pen runs out of inkAs I start to write the feelings that are in my heartThis headache won't subside, I've got you on my mind tonightThe silence of the telephone doesn't bother meBut I wish that it would ring, I'm confined to quartersI'm in solitary, I'm the man who would be kingThe small hands of the five, I've got you on my mind tonightLoneliness for loving you is some price to payBut are my pockets deep enough?The curse of the morning keeps me awakeSo busy with the thoughts of love, as I slowly close my eyesI've got you on my mind tonightJust as I come to sleep, a cop pulls up, I hear a beepGoodnight*