How? How can it be   That a love, carved out of caring   Fashioned by fate, could suffer so hard   From the game played much too often      But making mistakes   Is a part of life's imperfections   Born of the years, it's not so wrong   To be human after all      Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion   Those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth      That there is something about you, baby   So right   I couldn't be without you, baby   Tonight      If ever our love was concealed   No-one could say   That you didn't feel a million things   In a perfect dream of life      Gone, fragile but free   We remain tender together   If not so in love; it's not so wrong   We're only human after all      These changing years, they add to your confusion   But you need to hear the time that told the truth      There is something about you, baby   So right   I couldn't be without you, baby   Tonight      It's what makes the world go round   It's what makes the rivers flow, and   It's what makes the sparrows sing, and   It's what makes the flowers grow, and   It's what gives the babies breath, and   It's what gives the sun its shine, and   It's what makes the Phillies play