I want a love that’s right
Right is only half of what’s wrong
I want a short-haired girl
Who sometimes wears it twice as long
Now I’m stepping out this old brown shoe
Yeah, and I’m in love with you
I’m so glad you came here
It won’t be the same now I’m telling you
Although you pick me up
From where some try to drag me down
When I see your smile
Replacing every thoughtless frown
You got me escaping from this zoo
Baby, I’m in love with you
I’m so glad you came here
It won’t be the same now that I’m with you

If I grow up, I’ll be a singer
Wearing rings on every finger
Not worrying what they or you’ll say
I’ll live and love and maybe someday
Who knows baby
You may comfort me

I want a love that’s yours
To miss that love is something I’d hate
I’ll get an early start
In making sure that I’m not late
For your sweet top lip I’m in the queue
Baby, I’m in love with you
I’m so glad you came here
It won’t be the same now that I’m with you
I’m so glad you came here
It won’t be the same now I’m telling you

I may appear to be imperfect
My love is something you can’t reject
I’m changing faster than the weather
If you and me should get together
Who knows baby
You may comfort me

If several hymns were sung
Making the world spin, might,
Even one,
Have rung for you and I?
I hope it is the case and,
I do wish it were true,
That I can
Give my heart just to you

Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
Two of us Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home

I’m strapped in
On a slowly sinking ship
A new pilot with an iron boot
Will soon make her way
But the hope quickly fades
When I’m told to throw buckets
Overboard of water in the sand
And I know I could right this ship
If only anyone was listening...

I’ve counted in my head
The times I’ve looked ahead
But looking toward the future
Is all about the past
Not what was first
But always what was last
A heavy burden planning
Never a thing to say
The crystal vision made
Fades, slowly blurred gray
What is done is thought
As to be good or not
The pressure has amassed
But only the bad has stayed
How many times I’ve done wrong
How many times I’ve doubted
How many times I could, and should
And how many times I’d never

Looking ahead is always a task
Never look first, then to ask
Pass the past, cast the last
Nothing changes about time that’s passed

Lord, it’s a shame, I know
Thinking of how it could go...

Always felt
Constant
Loneliness

Reality set
Now I know
What lonely is