Partly Yours - Tim Hardin,
Jim Cuomo
Always
making time have meaning
Holding back the arms of fate
Rolling in a roadway leaving
On a neighbors iron gate
Morning holds the smile of
spring
Life is real and I'm still
here
Only time and burning fear
Have the heart to go on being
Poorly done in too much time
Partly yours
Partly mine
No blame turning out mistakes
I still cry and lie awake