Suddenly it seems all the words I know,   Won't paint the picture,   How can I explain all the things I feel,   In just one life?      However, I know that,   There must be a word, that will fit this scene like a glove   The more I think about it, the more I know,   The word is love      And if I decline to become involved,   In conversations,   It's not that I don't care how the other half,   Is making out      Well, maybe, tomorrow    I'll try to encourage the eagle to fly with the dove,   But here and now I offer my one excuse,   And the word is love      Well, maybe, tomorrow    I'll try and encourage the eagle to fly with the dove,   But here and now I offer my one excuse,   And the word is love