Sometimes I don’t know what’s come over me

my arms reach out to someone I can’t see

takes awhile before the feeling leaves me

These tired hungry arms

–

there are something’s can’t be replaced

I think I’ve accepted this lonesome fate

but my arms don’t seem to relate

poor old hungry arms

–

you never know what you’ve lost

when it’s gone you realize the cost

you never figured it would amount to much

then at night you wake up in a fright

those hungry arms reaching out in the night

those hungry arms reaching out in the night

those hungry arms reaching out in the night

🦍

almost david