I have a plan
We'd go down to town
And get ice cream
Hands brushing ever so often
We'd sit under that big tree
And laugh so vigorously
As we eat our ice cream

Then I'd read the palm of your hand
Tracing the lines as I tell you what they mean
When I'm done I'll smile at you
Your warm fingers will fold over mine
And I'll look in your sea glass eyes
As I wish this was more than a dream