Could you hear it
All the birds singing while we talked there
And my heart being all Fred Astaire
In an eternal musical?

Or was I crazy?
Did I imagine we were perfect?
Did I star alone the first act
Of a romantic two men show?

Can you save me?
Do I deserve perhaps a maybe
To the "will you ever call me, baby?"
Eternal question in my mind

I sure hope so
Don't feel compelled to anything, though
Just because I think watching you go
Is the saddest thing that I can find

I'll survive it
Being an extra in your story
I'm fine with it, so don't be sorry
I can be lady 22

If that's it, then
Just keep my part completely silent
Give me a tiny little line and
I will change it to "I love you"