So that was us at the station on a cold suburban morn
And I looked in her pale green eyes
and they were coming on like a thunderstorm
But with my arms around her the feeling it just flowed
And she turned and she smiled
and said this is exactly how it goes
Somewhere down there there's a weight
That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space
Let’s cut the ropes and fly away
Sometimes we drift apart and where we land we never know
But in the rays of the morning sun the birds will always sing us home
So we’ll sit by the water and let the world pass around us
With a drink in one hand and the other in yours dear we’ll sing
