The question should not be “What” but “Who is on your mind”
Struck by Cupid’s arrow
Oh, what fate have I been assigned
If this was baseball you have struck me “out of the park”
Doing my best, carefully choosing what to say
With everything I write, afraid you’ll push me away
I act all tough, but in fact am a softie inside
Bits and pieces what to say come to mind
But they escape my grasp before I can write them down
Struck, out of the park, out of town
Free falling high in the sky
Waiting for you
Waiting for the ability to fly
Waiting to hear you love me too