so tell me what can i do
that you couldn't see through
from the very start
there is only one thing
yet to come from my heart
loving you, unconditionally
loving you, unconditionally
that's what i want to be
what you are to me
can you see why it's so hard
for me to break apart
from all the things i hold
closer to a heart
that has grown, far too cold
loving you, unconditionally
something new
to a heart yet not free
that's what i want to be
what you are to me
and though it seems impossible
when both of my hands are full
that's the only condition
that keeps me
from loving you. . .
you might say hey, i lost my sense of humor
i'm quite surprised i didn't lose it sooner
why waste your breath on anything less
then talk so trivial
as a man who ran out of material
chorus:
why did the chicken go across the road
to get to the other side
i'm still waiting for the punchline
whoever said the grass always grows
greener on the other lied
i'm still waiting for the punchline
the good ol' days i was known to wear a smile
like all good things they've gone out of style
i will admit, usually a quick wit
i found bemusing
what used to be, no longer are amusing
chorus
it's nothing that you said,
no nothing that you did
must have been a bad joke,
that's gone over my head
what me worry, another tragedy
the latter plus time, equals comedy
why can't i get to the other side
that you couldn't see through
from the very start
there is only one thing
yet to come from my heart
loving you, unconditionally
loving you, unconditionally
that's what i want to be
what you are to me
can you see why it's so hard
for me to break apart
from all the things i hold
closer to a heart
that has grown, far too cold
loving you, unconditionally
something new
to a heart yet not free
that's what i want to be
what you are to me
and though it seems impossible
when both of my hands are full
that's the only condition
that keeps me
from loving you. . .
you might say hey, i lost my sense of humor
i'm quite surprised i didn't lose it sooner
why waste your breath on anything less
then talk so trivial
as a man who ran out of material
chorus:
why did the chicken go across the road
to get to the other side
i'm still waiting for the punchline
whoever said the grass always grows
greener on the other lied
i'm still waiting for the punchline
the good ol' days i was known to wear a smile
like all good things they've gone out of style
i will admit, usually a quick wit
i found bemusing
what used to be, no longer are amusing
chorus
it's nothing that you said,
no nothing that you did
must have been a bad joke,
that's gone over my head
what me worry, another tragedy
the latter plus time, equals comedy
why can't i get to the other side