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 oftenBut making mistakes
Is a part of life's imperfections
Born of the years, it's not so wrong
To be human after allDrawn into the stream of undefined illusion
Those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truthThat 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 lifeGone, fragile but free
We remain tender together
If not so in love; it's not so wrong
We're only human after allThese changing years, they add to your confusion
But you need to hear the time that told the truthThere 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
