(Richie Furay) Go on, my little babe, and cry Lay your head down, shut your eyes Someday we'll make us realize Things weren't really quite that bad Think of all the things we had Oh, I know Sometimes we don't do things right Lose our heads and start to fight Over something small, something trite Finally seeing in the end Just how silly we have been Couldn't be because I don't love you It's foolish even thinkin' I don't try Lovin' is a feelin' and I'm a-feelin' it too Don't Let It Pass By Monday morning could still be blue Sleepy-eyed, about to lose That morning always comes too soon Finds me lyin' in my bed Things half-done, some half-said I love you