Lyrics:

I wish we, were stuck up a tree. Then we'd know, it's nicer below. I don't know any lullabys, I don't know how to make you mine, but I can learn. In lonely days long ago, I saw lovers put on a show, well now it's my turn. Drive you home, and then wait by the phone, for that call, for a walk in the fall. No harm will come of this, one little midnight kiss. It will not burn. for many lonely days, I feel like a throw away, well now it's my turn. Falling down, is no longer around. Feeling sun, I'm no longer one. well isn't this fun?