I can see him through the trees
His hair whipped in the wind
And bristled under moonbeams
Or at least that's how he seemed to me
Once he stood
I noticed him limping
But when I saw him through those trees
It was not the man I remembered
But the one I wanted to believe
Of all the offers to refuse
To take me dancing?
Look at my dancing shoes
You waited on tables while I filled in rooms
Jonah I'm beginning to feel alone with you
Now I'm on my knees
And Jonah insists
"We ought to get married"
Under the auspices of love,
I've never been more despised
Than in a lover's arms
Than in a lover's arms
Chorus
Of all the offers to refuse
Digging up hatchets during honeymoons
That lasted the war but wash up in monsoons
Jonah it feels like an ending, but I hope we can do this again soon
But he decided to live
So that he might be loved
A desperate bid, sure
But where in the hell was Chelsea going?
How'd they both get back here?
Just like they knew they would.
He found her note, coffee-stained
"Let's be in Hollywood"