I could have written a story

Out of those three words

But as it stands

My organ's pumping notes

To the skill of your smile

All the while I ask for flowers

To be placed by your cheek

So the mornin' is sweet

The pleasure is close

Tick tick tick tick my dear

Can't you see?

I could have written a story

Out of I love you

I could have given

I could have given something new

But as it stands

My organ's humpin somethin' old

And all the while I ask for flowers to be

Placed by your cheek

So the mornin is sweet...

Somehow

From beginning to end

Is right here

Holding your hand

And shining your shoes

And pouring the wine

And lately, seems like everything

I'm a slave, I'm a master

And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul

And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes

And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams

Somehow, from beginning to end

Is right here holding your hand

(Wednesday will come)