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"