Your hands look like trouble Wrists tied, fingers dancing In time with your racing Heartbeat that's victim to that tick Your body's talkin' to Your mind like a lever pushing down On sweet things that make you laugh You'll have to break my back for truth When I'm talking to you I wish you would rest your head On my shoulder, I've been waiting so long I wish you would rest your hands in mine I've waited so for you to come along Why don't you come along? Why don't you come along? Why don't you come along?