Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I live just over the Williamsburg line Sure ain't got the money but the livin' is fine And, oh, all I want to do is spend all of my time Next to you I know you're pretty much working a 9 to 9 Seven days a week so I'd best get in line If I want to spend what's left of your time Next to you And I don't need your promise, no no no No need to panic or get overly manic No, I don't need to call this anything, baby No strings, baby I'll just sing my songs and butter my bread Get enough together to stay housed and stay fed Then fall asleep dreaming of laying my head Next to you Oh, I don't need to call this anything, baby No strings, baby No, I don't need your promise on some rainy day I want your light anyway And, oh, Lord knows Oh I didn't choose this feeling Choose this feeling And, and if I can I don't want to lose this feeling Lose this feeling Take your hand and put it in mine Ask me how I'm doing and I'll tell you I'm fine 'Cause what I'm doing is spending some of my time Next to you I'll just sing my songs on my way out the gate Doesn't matter if I'm early cause I know you'll be late And at the end of the today I'll set down my weight Next to you Well, I don't need your promise Oh, no, no need to say it except to say, "Who cares?" And I, I don't need to call this Placing all my bets as long as I can get Next to you Next to you Next to you Next to you