Lying In My Bed - John Mayall

It’s about 5 o’clock in the morning

I’m lying in my bed, looking at my sleepy eyed pretty girl

I guess she’s asleep now;

God, she’s so beautiful

She may not mean a thing to you because people don’t know her like I do

But if you’ve got someone you love very much you’ll know what I mean

Wish I could get to sleep;

so many thoughts about her keep coming back and I’m

so very tired

Things like how I’m going to learn to understand the way she feels inside

I want her to love me and let me be her man

But that sounds too possessive;

it’s not mant to be, it just sounds that way

Or to search each othrs bodies with the sensitive pleasure of the newness of

making love

So new in fact we didn’t get that far yet

We haven’t known each other that long so, for instance, we’re still strangers

and hold back at certain times when we should be close

She told me she never had pleasure out of sex before, sort of like an ordeal a

lot of the time

So I guess she doesn’t really trust men very much now

So it looks like that part of our relationship is gonna take a while to happen

the way it should

That’s why it’s so hard for me to fall asleep with her lying here — looking so

defenceless, desirable and feminine

Time is so short these days but there are some things that can’t be rushed and

I can appreciate that loving her is one of those things, if anything worthwhile

is to be accomplished

Funny how in the daytime I never get to feeling quite this way

I mean, I probably wouldn’t be thinking these sort of thoughts

I’m looking out the window, see the dawn coming and sleep will soon be taking

me to where-ever she is now

Sleepy eyed pretty girl, why are we so separate and alone?

How do you feel when the doubts’s between you and the one you love

It’s still 5 o’clock in the morning and I’m still looking at her

I know she’s asleep now

She looks so beautiful yet so alone, so alone, alone