Walking the misty streets alone
A distant bell strikes a hollow tone
I turn and there you are
Trying to fix your broken car
And I say
Hey
I'm going to find a tree
And do you wanna come with me?
There'll be laughs
And maybe some photographs
We'll look on in twenty years
And we'll say
Hey
Who are those two young kids
Laughing in the starlight of the pinecone grids
And to think that all it took
Was just a feeling and a look
Life can be so hard, but
The simple things are where we start
So I say
Hey
Why don't you stay with me
For as long as you like
Or eternity
Every year, we'll get our tree
And maybe someday
We'll be three
