Well my dear our time has come,
Our single life is all but done,
And down life's road we must bus,
But how we'll do it is all up to us,
Maybe we'll ride a bicycle for two,
One seat for me and one seat for you,
And down the road we'll go, us two,
But who will steer it, me or you?
Well maybe then we could walk,
Side by side so we can talk,
But then, who would be the one to warn,
If down the road there is a storm,
Maybe we could ride in a cadillac,
But then with our seats laid back,
Too relaxed, a sign we could miss,
or where the road makes a twist.
I guess maybe its best if you decide,
For if I do I'm sure it would be a mess.