Add to the chase, add to the game
Keep me on the edge of my seat in suspense
Run after me and tell me I'm making a big mistake

Like a foghorn, your words ring loud and clear
Sing to me in the same manner the cardinals on my birdfeeder try to serenade me

Maybe I could do a little more
Turn around and run to you as you are not so hot on my tail
The world can keep the velvet suit it has sewn for me

I would rather wear the leaves of luxury you proudly display
Than step into the mold my feet no longer fit
And run my arms through sleeves that are far too short for a coat

I don't always make good decisions
And I can't control the outcomes
But maybe we can try something new