The Morning Papers
He realized that she was new to loveNaive in every wayEvery schoolboy's fantasy she wasThat's why he had to wait
If they poured his heart into a glassAnd offered it like wineShe could drink and be back in timeFor the morning papers
They could take a walk down the ocean sideMake a wish on every waveThey could find a carousel and rideOr kiss in every cave
They could contemplate the entire universeOr just one starOr just how far was the walkFor the morning papers
Let me play it for you one time, oh ohWellHeyShucks
Why is age more than a numberWhen it comes to love?Should we ask the ones who speculateWhen they don't know what it's made of?
Should we ask the moonlight on your faceOr the raindrops in your hairOr should we ask the man who wrote it thereIn the morning papers?
Should we ask the moonlight on your faceOr the raindrops in your hairShould we ask the man who wrote it thereIn the morning papers?
Oh, yesSomebody help me sing it nowOhh, yeahYes
Go playOkay