Watching

(альбом: Porter Wagoner Sings His Own - 1971)

Watching my watch tick the time away
Watching through the window the skies turning grey
My eyes get so lonesome at times I can't see
These long lonely walls keep watching me

Watching your pillow unused since you'd left
Makes the pain sharpen that runs through my chest
Watching my hands tremble just thinking of you
Then my mind starts to wondering oh what will I do

Watching the shadows of evening come down
Then soon the darkness covers the mound
Watch a dim light bulb out in the hall
Flicker its light through a crack in my wall

Watching your pillow unused since you'd left
Makes the pain sharpen that runs through my chest
Watching my hands tremble just thinking of you
Then my mind starts to wondering oh what will I do