Before you came swinging through that door
Before I yelled your name Before the rules of the game changed
Before harmonicas fluttered in your key And laneways brought you to me
Before Pacific wind howled in your hair Before you caught enough to share
Before that beach a car
Before we high tubbin’ high Little rollin’
hand on made gate
I off time And never left you
Your in me is I Real love, no fantasy
Real love