Five minutes alone, with you That's all I ever seem to think about And I'd make every second count as two If I had five minutes alone with you Yours is the last face I see As I descend into fitful sleep It's the first when I awake And see you sitting in the swing chair In the swing chair God look at my hands shaking See how they shake How can I write if my hands are shaking? And I got to get this down She's the girl in the lemon dress With her mother's smile in the swing chair And the summer hat with the bluebirds on When you took her from the swing chair Then I get this letter out of the blue Spoke to me like I was normal It's not what I'm used to It promised to make my dream come true And give me Five minutes alone (five minutes) With you (five minutes) All I have to do is share With some like minded individuals And they'd tell me exactly when and where God look at my hands shaking See how they shake I can't do it if my hands are shaking And I don't want to let them down