First thing in the morning, still sleepy I took the directory and started to dial Just as experienced as I wanted to look Though it was my first time You were still lying there in my bed And said it made you feel so bad I said, "Don't worry, what should you do instead Sit next to me holding my hand" What if something really grew in me Some hours that night? How ironically beautiful And still that is just what it is all about We did what we were supposed to do All this sorrow, all this pain Just about one thing Come tomorrow, come today Still about one thing I was taking these pills with a certain pride Although they made sick and faint Like I already knew there would be no next time I made the most of what remained I remember I wished something was still there When I checked to be sure Seems I could have paid with any pain in my despair To tell you something you couldn't ignore What if something really grew in me Some hours that night? How ironically beautiful And still that is just what it is all about We did what we were supposed to do All this sorrow, all this pain Just about one thing Come tomorrow, come today Just about one thing All this pleasure, all this joy Just about one thing All these words and all these songs Just about one thing