In thinking such a thing could be
That you can't see your future with me
So carefree together that it does seem a shame
I'm know you hate to hear
We'd be so grand at the game
That you could ever care for me
I'm not entirely to blame
That I adore you, dear
So easy to idolize all others above
So worth the yearning for
But grant me just the same
For you'd be so easy to love
So swell to keep every home fire burning for