Why I Can't Marry You Sweetheart

My mother called last night.
She was wondering what I saw in you.
She was asking why I waste my time.

And it's true.
We've always had that relationship,
you know, the kind of thing where
I didn't know where I was heading and
you didn't know where you were going, yet
neither of us ever thought of stopping or settling.

The sometimes frantic hugs at first sight.
The sometimes cold hello's and goodbye's.

Sweetheart, we're like two strangers
sitting across the room from each other;
we both happen to look up at the same time,
our eyes lock, and
for a moment the two of us are no longer strangers
for we shared that same glancing moment.

But its nothing more than innocent fun.