How? How can it be

That a love, carved out of caring

Fashioned by fate, could suffer so hard

From the game played much too often



But making mistakes

Is a part of life's imperfections

Born of the years, it's not so wrong

To be human after all



Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion

Those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth



That there is something about you, baby

So right

I couldn't be without you, baby

Tonight



If ever our love was concealed

No-one could say

That you didn't feel a million things

In a perfect dream of life



Gone, fragile but free

We remain tender together

If not so in love; it's not so wrong

We're only human after all



These changing years, they add to your confusion

But you need to hear the time that told the truth



There is something about you, baby

So right

I couldn't be without you, baby

Tonight



It's what makes the world go round

It's what makes the rivers flow, and

It's what makes the sparrows sing, and

It's what makes the flowers grow, and

It's what gives the babies breath, and

It's what gives the sun its shine, and

It's what makes the Phillies play