I have spent my life to build security
I have made a religion of safety
I have kept life's dangers at an arms length
I am the man that the boy made me

She is not the picture of perfection
She is easily missed in a crowd
She makes no early appointments
and promises are strictly not allowed

PRE-CHORUS
This cannot be, cannot be love

My life runs according to custom
Each momment of the day planned the night before
Who does she think she is to play with my mind?
Does she think that I'd die for her?

We are as different as night and day
Her friends hate my friends too
So why can't I tell her to just go away?
and why won't she wear her shoes?

CHORUS
She has no use for money 
it only weighs down her purse
She would rather lie naked in the meadow
then to lead a life rehersed

She continually drives me mad
she keeps adjusting my hair's part
I've bought insurance for my home and for my car
But I can't buy insurance for my heart

We never throw away the crusts of our bread
We go to the park and feed the doves
why won't she be more practical?
Why is it she I'm dreaming of?
# copyright Joe Johnston