well hey i was thinkingmaybe we could makeout on the steps by your front doorthen take a walk to my blockwith the time that we’ve got and maybe talk some more’bout the stars that we see, ’bout the plans that we’ve madeand the signs we never quite understoodi can’t think of nowhere i’d rather bethan under this sky with youwell hey i was thinkingmaybe i don’t wantmaybe i don’t want this night to endand maybe i don’t want you to stop thinking about mewell hey i was thinkingmaybe we could make it if we run and don’t look back’cause these roads they can’t stretch that farand the sky it can’t turn too blackand i was hoping maybe that you tell me somedayyou finally feel okayand maybe i won’t worry ’bout things that make you hurryto get through these dayswell hey i was thinkingmaybe we could makeout while our hands do the talking’cause you you’ve got your soft voiceand you know i’ve never been the best with words