If we were ever to end up together
I would take you up to hawk hill
And say "look
Baby,
This is the bench I always dreamed of you on.
See, this is where all the love poems come from
This is where I laid down and pretended the back of the bench was your stomach and the wind was your hand
And the sun was you, all of you
But now you're here, and the bench can go back to just being a bench, and the wind can be wind again and the sun is the sun, whole and true and nothing but that
And while all these things are back to being themselves
You can be you and I can me
But we belong together, just 2 individuals
Isn't that beautiful?"
I would take you to my room
And say "look
This is where I always stayed up all night thinking of you.
This is where I wrote you all those letters,
And they're still there, under the mattress
You can look if you want"
If we were ever to end up together
I would hold your hand and smile
And say "it was all
A worthwhile wait
To be brought together
By the tender hand of fate"