Where Do I Begin. ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00331

À propos

Where do I begin, To tell the story of romance? A memory that never fades, A dream that never ends. I remember it, I dream of it, I wake at night and think it through. Years have passed, but still somehow, It turns me cold, then burns me through. There were girls I should have known, I'm grateful for the interest shown. Some came close, some drifted away, Leaving questions I still cannot say. Sometimes distance has its charms, Keeping strangers from our arms. Like looking through a telescope, Bringing distant worlds within our scope. I could study every little sign, Learn her world while keeping mine. Like leaving unanswered the telephone, No ringing bell can bring us close. No sudden touch, no hurried embrace, Just distant eyes across the space. But romance has its curious ways, A little mystery, a little game. We measure dreams, we weigh the cost, And wonder what is gained or lost. [Chorus] Where do we begin? Where does romance end? Is it love we're searching for, Or a future we can recommend? Hearts may dream, but eyes inspect, Every promise, every prospect. And somewhere between desire and trust, We wonder if love is worth the cost. [Verse] Romance encounters have their price, A list of dreams, a sacrifice. She has her wishes, I have mine, Some beyond my means to find. Am I the man, or just the ATM? Can I provide the life she wants from him? She looks through her telescope, Checking my fortune, checking my hope. Then comes the telephone's familiar ring, A different question it may bring: Do you have citizenship to share? Can marriage bring residency there? Is it the heart that makes the call, Or something written on the wall? When love and interest intertwine, Who can tell where ends the line? [Chorus, repeat] They walk into my life, They walk away again. No memorandum of understanding, No terms to sign or amend. No term sheets on the table, No guarantees that love is able. The marriage deal remains undone, Until two hearts agree as one. Where do we begin? Perhaps we never know. Love has its own mysterious ways, And takes its time to grow. No wealth can guarantee the day, No contract tells us what to say. Beyond the deals, beyond the art, The final signature belongs to the heart. So I will wait, and let life flow, For someone only love can show. When the love angel brings her near, I'll know the time has finally come. No terms to write, no deals to do, I'll simply take her home with me. And perhaps... That's where we begin.