Next To Me

Next To Me - Tim Christensen

You won't find him drinking at the tables

Rolling dice and staying out till three

You won't ever find him being unfaithful

You will find him

You'll find him next to me

You won't find him trying to chase the devil

For money fame power

Out of grief

You won't ever find him where the rest go

You will find him

You'll find him next to me

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

You will find him

You'll find him next to me

When the money's spent and

All my friends have vanished

And I can't seem to find no

Help for free

Well I know there's no need for me to panic

Cause I'll find him

I'll find him next to me

When the skies are grey and

All the doors are closing

And the rising pressure

Makes it hard to breathe

All I need is a hand to

Stop the tears from falling

I will find him

I'll find him next to me

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

You will find him

You'll find him next to me

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

Next to me oh oh

You will find him

You'll find him next to me