I know that must be the day
  I `m looking at your wooden front door
  but what if I will fail
  I guess anything cant`t hurt me more
  I guess this is the day like so many days before I know you`ll pack your things in may
  Now I have to knock on your door
  
  But what if you say I want you
  would you walk away w
  hat if you say I need you
  would you let me stay
  
  Yes here I am, yes here I am
  Yes here I am but what I am
  is not the same I used to be
  
  There must be a way
  A way to make you feel what I do,
  I` m staring at the bell,
  I think I let it ring
  I think that I will take your hand
  and look into your eyes
  I think that I will open my mouth
  and let those words come out
  
  But what if you say I want you . . .
  
  Yes here I am, yes here I am . . .