(Now here I stand with so much guilt, I can't go home.)
I couldn't say just where this crazy night began
With my first drink or when that pretty girl walked in
I left my lips go wild with her sweet kiss to long
Now here I stand with so much guilt, I can't go home
I lost my head and then the wine made all a friend
I couldn't stop and now I've got these guilty hands
But I won't touch my darling, knowing I done wrong
I can't go straight into her arms, I can't go home
--- Instrumental ---
I lost my head and then the wine made all a friend
I couldn't stop and now I've got these guilty hands
But I won't touch my darling, knowing I done wrong
I can't go straight into her arms, I can't go home
I can't go straight into her arms, I can't go home...