If she wanted a song
I would write till my fingers bled
until not a word was left unsaid
words so sweet a smile spread
and she swore we’re destined to wed

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something

if she wanted a poem
I’d write book upon stacked book
about how with one single look
the entire earth beneath me shook
and my hapless heart she took

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something

One thing
the one thing to which I still aspire
Something
worthy of all my love and desire
one thing
that I’m still stuck dreaming of
something
that thing called being in love

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something