The Urban Elf

Am I the one who hit the lever
That kicked us into overdrive?
Am I the one who made you think
This was the reason to be alive?
Am I the one who made you think
All of your dreams had come true?
If I did I surely need to say
I’m sorry to do that to you.

I am a troubled soul
That walks a crooked road.
I am a crazy man alone on a hill
Watching history unfold.

It’s too soon to say I love you.
It’s too soon to say I do.
It’s too soon to talk of babies.
There are too many maybes
For me to sort through.

Did I create a place
Where you felt safe and warm?
Did I convince you you were truly
Sheltered from harm?
Did I open up so much
You thought that you had got in?
Then I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I did it again.

It’s too soon to say I love you.
It’s too soon to say I do.
It’s too soon to talk of babies
There are too many maybes
For me to sort through.

So walk away if you can.
I won’t say I want you to go.
You could better spend your time
But please, baby, know
That it’s not that I don’t want to
And it’s not that I don’t care.
You’ve just got to see
That the truth of me
Is like life
Wholly unfair.

It’s too soon to say I love you.
It’s too soon to say I do.
It’s too soon to talk of babies
There are too many maybes
For me to sort through.

That doesn’t mean I won’t
And that doesn’t mean I don’t
And that doesn’t mean
You couldn’t break
My heart in two, but…

It’s too soon to say I love you.
It’s too soon to say I do.
It’s too soon to talk of babies
There are too many maybes
For me to sort through.
Oh, so many maybes
For me to sort through.
I’m crazy, baby
With all the maybes
I’m trying to sort through.