Late at night
when the world is sleeping
i think of you
sometimes while weeping
dreaming of you and i
where we go on from here
it clouds my mind
and our future is still unclear
thinking of a beautiful house
children running around the back yard
a white picket fence and small dog
where no one feels like the wild card
and as the dream
comes to an end
we cuddle up together
under the covers in our bed
in perfect happiness
assuring me that you're the one
and when i look at us now
i see that our loves have only just begun
