You keep looking out the window
You keep staring at the door
Yeah and every time the phone rings
You make frantic semaphore
I'm a man that's used to trouble
I've seen all the seven sins
I'll even be your long lost uncle
If you'll only let me in . . .
Let me in all I want to do is help you
Let me in, let me in, let me in

You know they say a trouble shared's a trouble half way gone
But bottle it inside and you'll explode
I'd rather have your tears than nitro-glycerine
So let me in I can take the load
I can mend a heart that's broken
Put a patch on your romance
But I gotta have some detail
Time and place and circumstance
I'm a man that's used to trouble
I've seen all the seven sins
There ain't nothin' left to shock me
But you gotta let me in . . .