Writer Porter Wagoner Here we sit lookin' at each other seems we're at a loss for what to say Ties bind us both with someone else we don't want to hurt but we must break And tonight I'll sit home a thinkin' and tonight I'll sit home a drinkin' We both live in seperate homes where there's no love at all Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil Tomorrow we'll meet here in the same place where love and desires just won't wait In each other's arms we'll dream for a little while Then when it's time to leave it'll nearly drive us wild And tonight again I'll sit home a thinkin'... Stayin' up late burning the midnight oil