Lyrics

With their eyes on you all of the time
Is it so odd to think that you are still mine?

With women bowing and men holding doors,
Is it so odd to think that I am still yours?

Likely could have been any other
Certainly then we wouldn’t be the same

I want to take you the forest pool that reflects the harvest moon
I want to take you to the library and find the quietest room

And read the hidden passage in the ancient rhyming song
And hear the simple message that so many get so wrong

Likely could have been any other
Certainly then we would never be the same

These silly notions, my love,
Are nothing to be made of
I always come home to you again.