I could be in your arms without the care
I could feel the knots within your hair
Or I could be a million miles away
Find some covers, some cash, another place to stay
For all the things that I must do
Or I could lay cozy next to you
And every night I'll share a dream where I see all I could be
But what of it? What of it if you are next to me
What do I mean if I stay
I'll save your spot for food with my cafeteria tray
And every day I'll share a dream, or so I've chosen to believe
And I'll be just as tired, just as tired
Tired as if I were to leave