Why do we want what we know we can’t have?
When I was young I wanted a bike...

Our love promised so much.
The way I’d respond to your touch...

I followed the road until its end
I thought that you would be my friend...

I touched the sun I felt its burn
I drowned the earth with tears...

They told me loves a hayride
With lots of fun and cheer...

I was just sitting here thinking of you,
Thinking of all the things that you do...

3 little words that say how I feel
3 little words I know are real...

My thoughts are filled with things I wished I...
Of all those opportunities I let just slip away...

I wish I had three wishes
But only one would do...

Time is so important; it governs all our lives
There never is enough of it, and doesn’t it...

It probably doesn’t mean too much
And you probably think we’re out of touch...

I think about you far too much
You're always on my mind...