Nobody loves you like I do, and nobody loves me like you do
There's no one I think of more often, I hope that you think of me too
But what now? Can we get it together somehow, no doubt
It'll all work out like it's meant to be, if it's meant to be
We've had our love experience, we've played our songs and our dance
We've walked the streets and the avenues of loneliness and romance
What's next? We can phone or we can text, or I guess I could move to Arnes
And between the towns there's a distance that never seems to change all that much
And I'd drive the miles for your pretty smile, for your taste and your touch
And what then? We'll get it together again, my friend
And it'll all work out like it's meant to be, if it's meant to be
Nobody loves you like I do, and nobody loves me like you do