Waking up to the morning through my fishbowl    And I worry is she sleeping? Is she breathing? Is she dead?    And would I be a better mother to a kitty    Or a puppy, or chimpanzees, or maybe to your baby    Lord willing...    If I'm alive this time tomorrow    then I'll have more time to kill    and maybe we could rearrange my furniture    to make lots more room to fill    You and I we lay like fireflies retired from those summer nights    All bottled up as victims of our child's play    And when we laugh the walls are muted by our existence    Should I be a bit more persistent when I was you to stay over?    If you're willing...   You are the only one that matters   And the only one who knows    Every inch of my perimeter    From my fingers to my toes    And I don't know where we'll be tomorrow    But I have one guarantee    For these arms once held malignancy    You know that I'm willing...    I'm willing I'm willing    I'm willing to take you home    I'm willing, I'm willing    I'm willing to follow you home    I'm willing, I'm willing    I'm willing to take you home    I'm willing, I'm willing    I'm willing to call you home...