How would it be,
just her and me,
smiling into eachothers eyes?

How would it be,
if her and me,
weren't just fantasy-like lies?

How would it be,
if she wasn't with that other girl,
but with me?

How would it be,
if my love weren't a secret,
would she reject all I am?

How would it be,
let me ask you this one thing,
if it was just you and I?

How would we be,
with entwined fingers,
have you yet to see?

"How would it be,"
I started my message,
and I threw it out to sea.

If you were mine,
how would it be,
if you belonged to me?

You know,
we're rather better friends.
And even if there may be no answer,
that's all you'll see me as, in the end.

But I fall asleep,
and as I look out,
question the stars,
and the wayward sea,
how would it be, just you and me?