It's 2- in the morning, or 1- in midday. I ain't doin' nothin', so I'll be on my way. I walk down to meet you where I always do, not surprised to find you waiting for me.
You know how to cheer me up when I'm feeling low; if I came to you with a problem, I'd leave without one. Sure, you're not perfect, but nothing is.
So if I wanted to, could I write a song about you?
There's no one around but I don't feel alone. The sun finds the Earth, and I know I'm home again. I walk down to meet you, like I always do, not surprised to find you waiting.
You always know just how to be to make me feel so free. You can be the universe, and I'll be a star. And sure, we're not perfect, but for each other..
So if I wanted to, I could write a song about you:
The way your streets light up from the moon above, and your fireflies bring me home. Yeah, I wanna stay in your simple way and get swallowed up by your big blue sky. 'Cause your trees, they speak to me, and maintain authority over the passing trains and all your still, white plains. And you've watched me grow. Now I will protect you. And if you hold me up, I will walk with you. You've been there for me. Now I will honor you. And if you keep me up, I will talk to you.
So if I wanted to, could I come home to you? Would you take me in, make me whole again?