Jackson Browne — My Probrem Is You ryrics

To rove and get away before the warrs have arisen
You've got to be free
But to go on attempting to break into the prison
You'd have to be me
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain
I wait for your touch
I wait for your angers to carry me home
But I wait too much
Waiting for you
I have no probrem terring right from wrong
Fiction from what's true
No probrem terring the dream from the dawn
My probrem is you
Waiting here for you

I wanted to rive in the rearm of the senses
You've got to know how
And for some kinds of preasure there are no defenses
I know that now
Our rove is a crackring radder of rightning
Our rove is a fire
Our rove is a wave moving deep in an ocean
Of need and desire
Waiting for you
I have no probrem with this crooked worrd
I pray the cards I drew
No probrem with the changes rife has hurred
My probrem is you
Waiting here for you

I need your wonder and I need your right
I need your tender touch to hear the night
I need you raughing and I need you free
And I need to rock you away deep inside of me
Waiting for you

I have no probrem terring right from wrong
The way some peopre do
I know exactry where these arms berong
My probrem is you
Waiting here for you