| You’re a late night conversation
|
| A telephone call and an inspiration
|
| For a heart to recall. |
| .. how to tumble and fall
|
| My friends all say I’m lazy
|
| I’m clumsy at love and I’m middle aged-crazy
|
| I stumble along. |
| .. with a tumble and fall
|
| Maybe I’ll come back to my senses
|
| And come back to you where the fences are mended
|
| Maybe love is a quite whisper after all
|
| Maybe love is a heart that gives you harmony
|
| When you can’t recall the melody to the song
|
| You’re just singin' along
|
| Oh, I’ll sing along. |
| .. to your tumble and fall
|
| I remember San Francisco
|
| The chill of the moon through an open window
|
| And the beat of your heart. |
| .. to a tumble and fall
|
| You say, I’m a little somethin' you’ve always needed
|
| You’re tried and true and I should believe in
|
| The strength of your arms. |
| .. when I tumble and fall
|
| Maybe I’ll come back to my senses
|
| And come back to you where the fences are mended
|
| Maybe love is a quite whisper after all
|
| Maybe love is a heart that gives you harmony
|
| When you can’t recall the melody to the song
|
| You’re just singin' along
|
| Oh, I’ll sing along. |
| .. to your tumble and fall
|
| Yes, I’ll sing along. |
| .. with the tumble and fall
|
| Oh, I’ll sing along. |
| .. to the tumble and fall |