Be your man

I wish no harm to come of you
Split bottles in shopping aisles
Cold rain in front of you
On the inside

I wish no hurt to cover you
Magazine pictures of city-life
Wax smiles, vanilla cream
The good eyes

Make it an emergency
I'll be your man
Free on an open ride
Into the maple glow
Sail on the dusk, we pull
Our love in town

I wish no guilt to trouble you
No complications on moral lines
Thick dreams of summer dew
On the inside

I wish no scorn to follow you
I'll be your man, honey I'll be fine
Long days to tell you
Don't cry