[JENNIE]
I'm home alone so much! I have a lot of time to think and dream - you’re so busy, you don't have a chance!

[JOE]
Oh, yes, I do! What do you suppose I think of all day in between calls, driving from one house to the other?

[JENNIE]
What?

[JOE]
Same girl I've been thinking about since I was eight years old

You’re the smile on my face
Or a song that I sing
You're a rainbow I chase
On a morning in spring
You're a star in the lace
Of a wild willow tree
In the green, leafy lace
Of a wild willow tree

But tonight, you're no star
Nor a song that I sing
In my arms, where you are
You are sweeter than spring
In my arms, where you are
Clinging closely to me
You are lovelier by far
Than I dreamed you could be
You are lovelier, my darling
Than I dreamed you could be