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This is the first day of my life:
I swear I was born right in the doorway.

I went out in the rain,
suddenly everything changed;

they're spreading
blankets
on the beach.

Yours is the first face that I saw;
I think I was blind before I met you.

I don't know where I am,
I don't know where I've been,
but I
know where
I want
to go.

So I thought I'd let you know:
that these things take forever,
I especially am slow.
But I realized how I need you,
and I wondered if I could come home.

I remember the time you drove all night,
just to meet me in the morning.
And I thought it was strange;
you said everything changed:
you felt
as if
you just
woke up.

And you said,
"This is the first day of my life.
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.
But now I don't care,
I could go anywhere with you,
and I'd probably be
happy."

So if you want to be with me,
with these things there's no telling:
we just have to wait and see.

But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
than waiting to win the lottery.

Besides,
maybe this time it's different;
I mean,
I really think you like me.