Sometimes Something Real
Sometimes it feels like this is over
Sometimes it seems like it will never end
Sometimes lately baby, I've been thinking
That it never...oh it never began
Sometimes when I look at you I wonder
Sometimes you look at me I see
There may not be any easy answers
What will become of you and me?
What will become of you and me?
Would you like to go for a drive out in the country
We could get out, lay down, and look up at the stars
I would roll you over next to me and kiss you
And take you right into my arms
Take you right out under the stars
Would you like to sit down and talk
Would you like to know just how I feel
Would you run away if I tried to reach you
Would you like to look for something real
Would you like to look for something real?