Making Waves

I’m making waves with the girl down the street She tells me secrets I don’t think I can keep She’s got a brother in the big house and bigger ideas than me But I’m making waves with the girl down the street She thinks it’s good that i say what i mean, Don’t waste her time with the space in between She gives me reasons for her actions that seem reasonable to me She gives me hell when i deserve and that’s good enough for me Somebody called it a long shot, somebody called it a long shot. You think you know what I need (you want to tell me something) You think you see what I see (you want to tell me something) And when this comes to an end. You don’t really know why You can’t quite put all your fingers on it tell me that you Really see the options that I’m giving to you You tell me secrets that I’ll keep and I won’t say a thing you do. Somebody called it a long shot, somebody called it a long shot You think you know what I need (you want to tell me something) You think you see what I see (you want to tell me something) And when this comes to an end you say darling Somebody called it a long shot, somebody will call it a long shot.