from October 1985

From the deepest, darkest forest trees
To the sounding fury of the open seas
Your beauty has always captured me
And there's nothing I can do.

You won't let me go to a place
Where you could relax and soothe my face
And do the things you do with grace
But there's nothing I can do.

To be with you for a little while
Would certainly bring a constant smile
To even be near you.. an inch, a mile
But there's nothing I can do.

So in closing, I'd like to say
I hope the things I've said today
Will not be taken in the wrong way
But there's nothing I can do.

Or is there?