goodnight, central park

you were getting tired, i was lying beside you, with your head without a pillow, i would have given you mine, but i couldn't let you go, i could tell you we're dreaming, and i know it couldn't be about me, 'cause you don't know me, and i bought a dozen flowers, eleven were roses, and the other one was a daisy, and i was thinking about it, and giving them to you, but i thought of a way to get closer to you, so i came over and knocked on your door, but you, weren't home 'cause, you don't know how and ooh, and ooh, and ooh, and ohh, and i, and i, and i, am tired, when we walk through the park, and the autumn around us could almost numb our hands, there's something about you i can't seem to see, 'cause i've been waiting around for a moment like this, it's a moment i thought that i'd never miss, but noticed this, 'cause i don't know you, and ooh, and ooh, and ohh, and i, and i, and i, am tired, and i don't want to say goodnight, 'cause i'm not tired like you, no, i'm not tired like you