Make Me Believe Songtext
von Cliff Eberhardt

I was in an old car
I was in a stone store
I was in a motel
It was Christmas Eve
I was in a phone booth
I was in a hurry
And I was beggin′ you to make me believe

I was in a barroom
I was drinkin' heavy
And I was wearin′ old shoes
That you gave to me

You were at a party
You forgot the phone call
You forgot to wonder what became of me


Why do we do it, why do we do it?
It makes no sense to me
Chase ourselves from room to room
State to state, hesitate
You reach yourself but never me
Does anyone believe?

I was in the current
I was doin' backstroke
I was lovin' with you
It came easily
And I was lost in memories
Sitting in a steam bath
You keep reappearing
I get no relief

Back into the barroom
Forget about the backstroke
Forget about the phone call
Forget it′s Christmas Eve

I was in a motel
Sending you a postcard
I was beggin′ you to make me believe


Why do we do it, why do we do it?
It makes no sense to me
Chase ourselves from room to room
State to state, hesitate
You reach yourself but never me
Does anyone believe?

I was in a phone booth
I was in a hurry
And I was beggin' you to make me believe