She's got a ballpark figure

He's got a ballpoint pen

Travel around for weeks at a time

Writing down descriptions of the places they been

She plays guitar but nothing fancy

With no intention of becoming a star

Only thing that's bothering him these days

Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar



Cliches, good ways

Say what you mean, mean what you say

She never did make her debut

He never made it to class

She's 86'd from the Chart Room

He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast

They're funny when they get to rockin'

Goin' out for the night on the town

Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus

Just to look at when they finally slow down

Full moon, so soon

Wishin' every month of the year could be June



He's always tuned into Star Trek

She's always tuned into him

Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies

Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star gazing

And try to figure out which one they're near

Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height

She know you can't get there from here



Full moon, so soon

Wishin' every month of the year could be June

Cliches, good ways

Say what you mean, mean what you say

Just say what you mean, mean what you say