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.