Strawberry Lane

I wanna live by ourselves

In a house by the Hudson River and

Fill it with books and kids

Call ‘em when it’s time for dinner

I wanna make a life with you

Even if it’s not so special, just

Lying on the couch will do

Feet touching, wait for the kettle

But I’m not dreaming anymore

I wanna be friends again

Slow dance at your cousin’s wedding and

Fall asleep while we’re holding hands

Kind of like it’s just beginning

I wanna open up your head

Never really knew what you were thinking and

Would you undo the end?

Not dreaming

I wanna make a life with you

Even if it’s not so special just

Lying on the couch will do

Feet touching into forever