My cousin got married in a distant land
Wonder where, wonder how, wonder who
And then she got married to another man
Again a love and new
Now they have three girls
Spreading their light in the world
I sleep in their guestroom sometimes
When I pass through town

I'm not the marrying kind, and neither are you
But still I am absurd enough
To ask, you if we were the marrying kind,
Would it be my hand you'd ask for?
Would you be the dad of the children
I most likely won't have?
Is that how much you like me?
Or is it not even close?

Oh, I know my question doesn't make sense at all
Since we live outside the realms of yes and no
I know my question doesn't make sense at all
But I know somehow I need, I need to know
I know my question doesn't make sense at all
Since we live outside the realms of yes an no
I know my question doesn't make sense at all
But I know somehow I need, I need, I need
I need, I need, I need to know