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 home, and then wait by the phone for that call, For a walk in the fall.
No harm will come of this, One little midnight kiss, it will not burn. For many lonely 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?