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"Little While"—Crooked Timber

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Little While

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)


Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
          –Robert Frost

Do you see me in your driveway?
Don't you wonder where I've been?
Am I tapping at your window?
Could you maybe let me in?
You know, I really miss your laughter;
I really need to see your smile.
I got people looking for me—
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?


Would you let me use your bathroom?
Would you let me have a drink?
If I explain the situation,
Would you tell me what you think?
I'm accumulating problems
Like they're going out of style.
I got people looking for me—
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?


          Add another misadventure
          To my ever-growing pile.
          But I believe it's blowing over—
          All I need is just a place where I can stay a little while.


I don't mean to be a bother;
I don't want to put you out,
But I know that you remember
What a friend is all about,
And I'd sure appreciate it
If you could go the extra mile.
I got people looking for me—
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?


          Add another misadventure
          To my ever-growing file.
          But I believe it's blowing over—
          All I need is just a place where I can stay a little while.


You see, they know me at the motels
And they know me at the Y;
They haven't let me near the campground
Since the party in July.
I just need a place to lie low;
It'll never go to trial.
But right now they're looking for me—
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?
Can I stay a little while?