Sometimes in my mind I hear you call
Your ways are not my ways though difference is small
I don't know your path it's strange to me
Can we put them together just like pot pourri?
And isn't it sweet and isn't it right
That your ways and my ways are our ways tonight.
You've got your signs that set you aflame
I have mine also and they aren't the same
Tradition will hold for tradition is dear
But sometimes we meet in the middle frontier
Our paths are not always that clear.
It can be hard to let yourself go
When you can't be sure and you just don't know
When ideas you hold become so enshrined
You'll be a machine whose eyes have gone blind
The let yourself out of my mind.
But if we can shape and if we can bend
Perhaps we can meld, our traditions will blend
Putting together our lives is the lure
If we can adapt then our love may endure
And isn't it sweet and isn't it right
That your ways and my ways are our ways tonight
And isn't it sweet and won't it feel right
When your ways and my ways are our ways tonight.
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