It's two in the morning when the phone rings
Tired, I smile because I know who it brings
A rub of the eyes, a tap of a screen, I lay back to talk for a while
When we fade into sleep, in my dreams she still sings
Squeezing in a tube that we hardly fit in
Lying next to her I knew I was smitten
There was nothing like her that let time beguile
That day I understood the thing's I'd not yet written
The things we've done, and what we've yet to do
From the deserts to the ocean, big and blue
Or maybe just Boston if that's more your style
There's endless things for us to pursue
Still nothing makes me smile
Like looking at you
