I can't begin to compete with you   and everyone knows   I know you know it, too.   It's a complicated fear   that grows with every year   and it's walking on it's own, finally   All I can offer are farmer chords,   these simple rhymes and you painted in words   You can sing this when alone   or whistle it through your teeth   and it will feel like home   no matter how far you'll be   from my lonely arms outstretched   just beyond your reach   singing "ooh, baby, please..."