So I leave you wanting more.
'Cause I've learned over the years it's better to have you waiting at the front porch.
But why do I close the door and
why do I leave my love hanging and
why do I ask myself these questions.
I guess I love you.
I row my boat down your river and I wish for easy sailing but
then I come ashore and I'm not like I was before.
So I close the door and
I leave you wanting more and
I don't ask myself any questions.
Just what would I do
if everything I knew
was tossed out the window.
Maybe I would love you,
like I never loved myself... before.
So why do I leave you at the door and
why do I leave my love hanging and
why do I ask myself these questions.
[x2]
Because I loved you.