Won't See You Again - Reckless Ones

Well, I’m a man who likes the little things

Sunday paper and old blue jeans

Lying next to my baby when she’s still asleep

Dreaming her pretty dreams

I wish I could always be there

That I had world enough and time

But I must be out on my way and I think I’m gonna lose my mind

Whoa-oh-oh!

What if I don’t make it back to you, my friend?

Whoa-oh-oh!

What if I don’t make it back to you and then

I won’t see you again?

See my baby’s face when she’s seventeen

See her face when she’s thirty-five

I hope that she still loves me then

I hope I’m still alive

I scream to the night I need her

Can she hear me where she waits?

I wish I could be there in her arms

But I can’t escape my fate

Whoa-no-no!

What if I don’t make it back to you, my friend?

Whoa-no-no!

What if I don’t make it back to you and then

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh, I’ll never see you again

I won’t be seeing you again

And if I die

Before I wake

Oh, I don’t think

That I can rest

Until I’ve seen you again

Whoa-no-no!

What if I don’t make it back to you, my friend?

Whoa-no-no!

What if I don’t make it back to you and then

I won’t see you again?

Won’t see you again

I won’t see you again