Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon,
while the wind through the willows plays us a tune.
We can lie on a blanket out back in the yard,
and wish for our future on a faraway star.
And you'll feel the passion as, time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine.
We can dance to the radio right up till dawn,
till you drift off to dream in my arms.

You might be hundreds or more miles away,
or you might be just down the street;
but there'll be a hunger deep in your eyes,
that I'll recognize when we meet.
It might take hours or it might take years,
but this is the song you will hear.

Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon,
while the wind through the willows plays us a tune.
We can lie on a blanket out back in the yard,
and wish for our future on a faraway star.
And you'll feel the passion as, time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine.
We can dance to the radio right up till dawn,
till you drift off to dream in my arms.

(Bridge)

And you'll feel the passion as, time after time,
I press your sweet lips to mine.
We can dance to the radio right up till dawn,
till you drift off to dream in my arms.