Have I ever told you that I love the way you smile when you wake? The way you look at me from across the bed And your arms shake? Have I ever told you The first time I saw you, you were Holding a tray? I was holding my heart in my hands For you. Sometimes you get outta here and you drive up The interstate Spend a couple of nights in Montreal Doing one. We could go drive back down into Maine And camp out at your family's place At Lake Champlain in the summer. Don't it sound so great? 'Cause I love the way you smile when wake in the morning time The way you kiss me goodnight When I lay my head down Not another single person not everyone will live this life with me(?) I can follow you always To the grave.