We wouldn’t take it if it wasn’t on a silver spoon
Spent fifteen years on our honeymoon
Sold the furniture and emptied out the baby’s room
cuz it’s not gonna happen

We got some lights and turned it into a studio
And put a camera where the crib was supposed to go
And we don’t look for answers we don’t really want to know
cuz it’s not gonna happen

Hey
What did we do that was wrong?
Why are we still hanging on?
Nobody ever knows what to say

Hey
What about all of our plans? This can’t be how it ends
I’m still happy we tried anyway.

Now we’re busier and more productive than before
But it’s difficult to say what we’re working for
So we never even talk about it any more
cuz it’s not gonna happen

We just focus on the pictures that we’re gonna take
And the comfort in conception of the art we make
But I wonder if we haven’t made a big mistake
cuz it’s not gonna happen

Hey
What did we do that was wrong?
Why are we still hanging on?
Nobody ever knows what to say

Hey
What about all of our plans? This can’t be how it ends
I’m still happy we tried anyway.

Who said the purpose was to grow ourselves a family tree?
We’ll decorate the place with photographs of you and me
hold that smile for me ‘til I reach the count of three
And we’ll see what happens

Have a seat so I can zoom and take a closer look
We’re sure to over stuff the pages of our photo book
There’s lots of love in here and though it’s not a baby’s nook
A whole lot can happen

I’m trying not to make it worse
I’ll hold this pose until it hurts
For you my dear, I’ll keep my vow
I’ll stay right here, ‘til I’m in the ground