Him

© 2018 Mark Cote

riding all the way
down sunny roads and where they stray
then a call comes on the phone
asking if you can or will be home

(chorus) Him
                  Him
                  playing 2nd fiddle to him
                  is putting me out on a limb
                  I'm just holding on
                  maybe 'til the dawn
                  while she is out with
                  him

known you more than I
is this the vibe that now implies
when your defensive side shows
will I be the one who goes?
(chorus)
(instrumental)

Not feeling too well
needing you there by his side
as down this road that I ride
I bid a farewell to you and..

(chorus)