How do you write a love song,
before you ever learn to rhyme?
How can you long for someone,
before you’ve ever seen their smile?
Why are you missing something,
before it even left your sight?
Why am I grieving no one,
before he even shone his light?
I know you said there’s place and time
for every Nick to find their dime
When will, When I?
Stupid Charles sure takes his time,
an oath as strong as you and I
When will, When I?
How can I laugh with someone,
before I’ve ever told a joke?
Why would I write a love song,
when all there is is solitude?
I know you said there’s place and time
for every Nick to find their dime
When will, When I?
Stupid Charles sure takes his time,
an oath as strong as you and I
When will, do I?