Practical Arrangement

Am I asking for the moon?

Is it really so impossible

That you and I could soon

Come to some kind of arrangement?

I'm not asking for the moon

I have always been a realist

When it's really nothing more

Than a simple rearrangement

With one roof above our heads

A warm house to return to

We could start with separate beds

I could sleep alone or learn to

I'm not suggesting that we'd find

Some earthly paradise forever

I mean, how often does that happen now?

The answer's probably never

But we could come to an arrangement

A practical arrangement

And perhaps you could learn to love me

Given time

I'm not promising the moon

I'm not promising a rainbow

Just a practical solution

To a solitary life

I'd be a father to your boy

A shoulder you could lean on

How bad could it be

To be my wife?

With one roof above our heads

A warm house to return to

You wouldn't have to cook for me

You wouldn't have to learn to

I'm not suggesting

That this proposition here could last forever

I've no intention of deceiving you

You're far too clever

But we could come to an arrangement

A practical arrangement

And you could learn to love me

Given time

It may not be the romance

That you had in mind

But I think you could learn to love me

Given time