MCaybe it's the color of the sun cut flat
And cAmovering the cFrossroads I'm standing at
Or mCaybe it's the wGeather or sAmomething like tFhat
But mCama you're just oGn my mCind.
IC don't mean trouble please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pAmleadin' or sFayin' "I can't forget you."
I dCo not walk the fGloor bowed dAmown an' bent but yFet
MCama you're just oGn my mCind.
ECven though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you bAmeen don't bother me or bFring me down in sorrow.
ICt don't even mGatter where you're wAmakin' up tFomorrow
MCama you're just oGn my mCind.
WChen you wake up in the mornin' baby look inside your mirror.
You kAmnow I won't be next to you you kFnow I won't be near.
I'd just be cCurious to kGnow if you can sAmee yourself as cFlear
ACs someone who has hGad you on his mCind.