i wish we
were stuck up a tree
then we'd know
it's nicer below

i don't know any lullabys
i don't know how
to make you mine
but i can learn
in lonely days long ago
i saw lovers put on a show
well now it's my turn

drive you homr
then wait by the phone
for that call
and a walk in the fall

no harm will come of this
one little midnight kiss
it will not burn
too many londely days
i feel like a throw away
well now it's my turn

falling down
is no longer around
feeling sun
i'm no longer one
well isn't this fun?