I'm sitting in my sitting room
i'd like to stand, but there's nobody listening
i'd like some gum, but it keeps me from whistling
this little tune i wrote

i'm sitting in my little green humber
i'd like to drive but there's nowhere i'm going
i start to dream that the radio's humming
this little tune i wrote

and as i sing myself to sleep
it's all i can do just to keep you here with me

i kept my dreams transparent from the start
i thought you loved the artist not the art
i know that i promised you the world
well, it might be coming soon
yeah, it might be coming soon

i'm sitting in my living room
try to balance the gigs, the scales, the books and you
thought i'd write you a song, just to tell you it's true
a song won't change the world but it might change you

and as i sing myself to sleep
it's all i can do just to keep you here with me

i kept my dreams transparent from the start
i thought you loved the artist not the art
i know that i promised you the world
well, it might be coming soon
take my hand and walk with me again
hold me close as we look 'round the bend
trust me though i don't know where this ends
well, i pray it ends with you
well, i pray it ends with you