Am I asking for the moon?
Is it really so impossible?
That you and I could soon
Come to some kind of arrangement?
Im not asking for the moon
I've always been a realist
When is really nothing more
Than a simple rearrangement
With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
We could start with separate beds
I could sleep alone or learn to
Im not suggesting that we'd find
some earthly paradise forever
I mean how often does that happen now
the answers probably never
but we could come to an arrangement
a practical arrangement
and you could learn to love me
given time
Im not promising the moon
Im not promising a rainbow
Just a practical solution
To a solitary life
Id be a father to your boy
A shoulder you could lean on
How bad could it be
To be my wife?
With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
You wouldnt have to cook for me
You wouldnt have to learn to
Im not suggesting that this proposition
here could last forever
Ive no intention of deceiving you
you're far too clever
But we could come to an arrangement
A practical arrangement
And perhaps youd learn to love me
given time
It may not be the romance
that you had in mind
But you could learn to love me
Given time
