Bring Me Up I was quiet I was tired and I wanted you to bring me up. (I wanted you to make it stop, I wanted you to bring me up.) You were wrong and I was right and I wanted yuo to bring me up. (Mmm, you know me well, this is something that I shouldn't have to tell you.) We shared humidity, and orange roses, and poking fun at all our friends. They have their barbecues, and we have our arguments; we never can agree. You said, 'When you don't talk you take it out on me.' I was quiet I was tired and I wanted you to bring me up. You were wrong and I was right and I wanted you to bring me up. We took a ride on our motorbike. I couldn't talk to you, but my arms were wrapped around you tight. We stopped at Smokey's, parked the bike outside. So scared to be sad, to keep the tears in I looked up at the sky
and took another ride. But I was quiet and I was tired and I wanted you to bring me up. You were wrong and I was right and I wanted you to bring me up. We have us. Is that enough? What is it worth to you? We have us. Is it enough? and what is it worth to you? You said,'It's worth everything, hey baby, take a look. It's worth all the pennies in my pocketbook.' But I was quiet and I was tired and I wanted you to bring me up. Yeah I was quiet and I was tired and I wanted you to bring me up. So I was wrong and you were right. Bring me home.