Doesn't he want to take off your wedding dress in the morning and put on some old jeans

And go on adventures and show you the old ways to cover the branches and kiss all the roses?

Come to think of it, I do

Doesn't he want to take on a lizard king in the desert high on peyote?

Who is the human and who's the coyote and who's that howling at the moon?

Come to think of it, I do. Come to think of it, I do

Doesn't he want to go to the front lines and witness the carnage

And harvest the gold teeth of enemy soldiers and know all the secrets

Of power and glory and madness and ruin?

Should I go to Seattle on a big jet plane? Should I go and leave my man behind?

Oh, Seattle, you're a darling in my eye and I would

I've been here before

See the cattle and the open plains

Climb over the mountain again

Oh, Seattle, give me one good reason to stay and I will

I will touch the Buddha's face

And it's so hard to be. Taking it slow

And it's so hard to be me all the time

But I'm taking it slow