Moment-Um

Babe, the way you’re looking at me,
I don’t know how I could see
That I «C-A-N be without you for a moment».
And I’m takin' the, taking the things on my To Do list.
Wrapping them up
And marking them «Don't Open 'Til Christmas.»
If that’ll give me one more hour with you,
Or maybe we should go move to another time zone.
Baby, don’t you go nowhere,
Why don’t we share another second here, or two?
And if a second’s a minute to you,
It’s an hour to me,
So let’s take the next week and let it go.
Let the little and big hands clap a little more.
The way they’re clapping,
The way we click,
I think they deserve an encore.
And if time is supposed to define us,
Then I’m packing my things,
Grab a good realtor
To sell my spot in the «B's».
You can take my line in Websters
And wipe it clear.
That sort of definition won’t keep me here
With you,
And me in the back of your eyes,
I can see there’s no lies
About how you feel.
And it’s beginning to come quite clear,
The end its nowhere near.
The moment-um is stopping us here.
Baby, don’t you go nowhere,
Why don’t we share another second here, or two?
And if a second’s a minute to you,
It’s an hour to me,
So let’s take the next week and let it go.
Let the little and big hands clap a little more.
The way they’re clapping,
The way we click,
I think they deserve an encore.
So why should this end?
Who knows when I’ll get the chance
To see you again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
So why should this end?
Who knows when we’ll get the chance
To be here again, and again, and again, and again, and again.