If I could tell you one more thing
I'd be softer, I wouldn't be so mean
I'd just listen to what you're saying
When you're looking away
You ain't gotta say anything, anything
I hear you
If I could see you come next spring
I'd shower you with love
Kisses raining from above
And we'd go dancing when the music plays
I ain't no Fred Astaire
But you don't seem to care anyways, anyways
I see you
Are we going or are we coming back
Are we going or are we coming back
Are we going or are we coming back
Are we walking or are we running
Out of time
If I could tell you one more thing
I'd just listen to what you're saying
