Lyrics:
Jones Howard Working In The Backroom

: (Instrumental)

: Half past 12 on a Friday night everything's wrong and it doesn't feel right Tried to talk to someone in the bar she didn't like my face I didn't get

: Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to hold you Can't tell you how many dreams how many fantasies As I count down the hours and I count down

: Out of Time and no one noticed Rubbing up a different way Out of step but still in focus things to say Kicking out the social pressure Holding on to

: Lovin' you gave to me Feels like a memory Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong

: (Instrumental)

you gotta be sweet baby And you gotta be strong And I'll be there, to dry your tears And I'll be cooking in your kitchen Food for everyone And Ill be working in the backroom

Lovin' you gave to me Feels like a memory Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong

Out of Time and no one noticed Rubbing up a different way Out of step but still in focus things to say Kicking out the social pressure Holding on to