Texty: Porter Wagoner. Burning The Midnight Oil.

Here we sit lookin' at each other seems we're at a loss for what to say
Ties bind us both with someone else we don't want to hurt but we must break

And tonight I'll sit home a thinkin' and tonight I'll sit home a drinkin'
We both live in seperate homes where there's no love at all
Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil
[ fiddle - el.banjo ]
Tomorrow we'll meet here in the same place where love and desires just won't wait
In each other's arms we'll dream for a little while
Then when it's time to leave it'll nearly drive us wild

And tonight again I'll sit home a thinkin'...
Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil