If You Ever Slip

If you ever slip,

It gets lonely there,

It's an easy trip,

When the weather's fair,

I will,

Be here,

In the afternoon,

I'm waiting for your call,

In a darkened room,

Just after evening fall,

And I will,

Be here,

Be here,

Be here,

What you used to have, oh,

You don't have it now, no,

Take another stab,

Before you take a bow,

And I will,

Be here.