I wish we Were stuck up a tree Then we'd know That 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?