There's a shack on the river
Water lapping at the door
I throw a line from the deck
An d let myself get lost in the moment
And of course you're there
In freight shorts and t -shirt,
and your head on my shoulder
there's a cabin in the mountains,
log fire glowing in the dark
in the middle of snow country
Flakes gently brushing the frosted paints
And of course you're there
in your flannelette pajamas
on fried bacon and tomatoes
I'm about the luckiest man I know
just my imagination and you
there's an apartment in the city
With a view of the harbor
A million stars above us,
a thousand streetlights below
It's like we're walking on air
And of course you're there,
as the first day I met you
I'm about the luckiest man I know
Just my imagination and you
No shack, no cabin, no apartment
