Long lonely nights
Holding pillows tight without me
Hurted and alone
Sitting by the telephone that never rings
Well, you're holding in a man
To hand your steady hand, you chose me
Well, I'll never been the kind of guy
You wanted me to be
Late nights, city lights
Ballrooms and bottles of champagne
Places and faces
Lord, I'll never remember those names
We'll want them and while there's love
That we fought through
It finds you, remind you
That you're in love with a fool
We'll want them and while there's love
That we fought through
It finds you, remind you
That you're in love with a fool
In love with a fool (in love)
