If I had all this time on my hands
Well I would love to share it with you
And though our days have made other plans
But there is nothing I'd rather do
Than sit and talk with you
The squinting of her eyes when she smiles
The glinting of sun in her hair
She wets her lips and takes a sip of
Her tea as I try not to stare
What's all the commotion about?
I guess you've been going without
With all these numbers staring me down
And all this stormy weather so gray
Of how much I have lost along the way
But you remind me, it's true
Well there is nothing I'd rather do
Than sit and talk with you
Is take a walk, girl, with you