Your cell phone's in your pocket,
and your keys are in the couch,
The only things worth losing,
are the ones you won't throw out,
But I know,
When they go,
You'll realize what they're for.
Your dreams are like alarms clocks,
they greet me when I wake,
You plead for their significance,
and i plead that you're insane,
But I know,
If they go,
I'll miss them just the same.
You fear for the apocalypse,
and dying in your sleep,
You swear that life's a figment,
We're all i-mag-in-ary,
And I know,
You're crazy,
But I love you that way...
oh, Dana, oh Dana, Oh Dana, Dana.....
I'm so glad I found you,
But I fear I've tightly wound you like a string, like a string,
That I'll pull and you'll sing and I
I'm so glad you've found me,
But I fear you've leather bound me like a book, like a book,
That you'll read while I look and I
I'm so glad you're by me,
But I fear that you'll just fly me like a kite, like I kite,
You'll pull me and I'll fight
And we'll,
Just try and feel,
The kind of loves,
That we read.
And we'll,
Just try and steal,
The kind of loves,
That we need.