If time had a place, a space for your past Like a little novel you wanted to read again and again Would I be in your novel? Would I begin and end in it? If I had a space, a place for your little boy eyes, could you really believe? I certainly dare you I do not want to scare you anymore Oh what a fuss when the king rides by Oh what a fuss when the king rides straight through my heart Straight through my love I need your love more than you'll ever know A light kiss, a touch of your hand like a million things I will never understand Oh what a fuss when the king trades in Oh what a fuss when the king trades all of my love for someone else's hand I need your love more than you'll ever know You don't miss your water until your well is gone