I've got magic in my voice and wheels on my breath
I've got age on my face and rhythm in my bed
And don't think I don't note what has been said
when you're seen with a man like me
Now I don't know, girl, what happened to you
But when I look into those eyes I can't find the truth
What I see is a sad waste of beauty and youth
Or am I a wishful thinker?
I never meant, I never meant you harm, no
Not sure how it ends, but it started with a kiss
Then it rolls and pulls into something like bliss
And your soft sleeping warmth cures my harsh emptiness
Or was I an opportunist?
I never meant, I never meant you harm
Now there's something, Girl, I need you to know
There will soon come a time when I will have to let go
And when we're with others we can't let it show
Oh come all ye wishful thinkers