Well I don't believe everything happens for a reason
But to you romantics out there,
I know that amounts to high treason

I don't know
I don't go in for you star crossed lovers
With the heart of a skeptic does question that still hovers


For it begs the question, how I ever found you
You got me writing love songs

With a common refrain, oh Lord, help us now
Baby, baby


Yes it begs the question, how did I ever find you
Drifting slowly through the drier of the great saw-dust of the sea
And then an ocean


You got me writing love songs
With a common refrain, oh Lord, help me

Baby, oh baby, baby

And now it's time for a handsome little book end

Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
And oh, am I still a skeṗtic or did you make me a believer?