Smith Westerns glossed

Look through the magazines and books
Saving all I find
I can't forget you, like a lullaby
All shooked up, I can't speak
Thinking of you
Imagination can be so cruel
In all that I do
And I won't let you know it
And I won't let you hear it
And why would you need to see
If you could just believe it
Kept my eyes closed to see you
But you can't see me too
Bathed in blue like a man in the moon
My thoughts, my mind, my fingers crossed
Don't let me down
I hope to meet you somehow
In all that I do
And I won't let you know it
And I won't let you hear it
And why would you need to see
If you could just believe it