The Package
I just wish...
That I could make a package of my happiness
Wrap it up in a pretty wrapping-paper,
Put a bow on it and card with your name,
And put it on your doorstep.
So when you got home
You would see it
Glowing, sparkling, shining
And you could unwrap it
And hold it in your hands
Put it on a shelf and look at it
Before you go to sleep every night
And when you wake up every morning
So that slowly, it would become a part of you
And someday you could make your own package
To give to someone else who may need it
But for now, all I have
Is open arms and a shoulder to lean on
But damn... wish I could give you a package on your doorstep.
That I could make a package of my happiness
Wrap it up in a pretty wrapping-paper,
Put a bow on it and card with your name,
And put it on your doorstep.
So when you got home
You would see it
Glowing, sparkling, shining
And you could unwrap it
And hold it in your hands
Put it on a shelf and look at it
Before you go to sleep every night
And when you wake up every morning
So that slowly, it would become a part of you
And someday you could make your own package
To give to someone else who may need it
But for now, all I have
Is open arms and a shoulder to lean on
But damn... wish I could give you a package on your doorstep.