There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to door places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
Jack Johnson.
