Maybe we aint talked of nothing
For three whole days
And I know my words don't come easily
In all our different shades

So put down that old paint brush, honey
Them pencils of mine we'll ignore
Keep talking sweetly to me as I close the door
And talk of everything, honey

And maybe, nothing at all...

It doesn't matter what you're dreaming
When you lay here next to me
I'll hold you softly sleeping
And keep you comfortably

And when you wake there'll be a new day
And when you wake the sun will shine
Maybe we'll have something new to say
Maybe you'll still be mine

While we're dreaming softly tonight...