You know I think it was born of the feeling
that I got when I left from your home
Then it turned into something appealing I
couldn't let it alone
Who'd have known that I'd ever be reeling
simply from being on my own
Oh I craved and I craved and I craved and I craved
To get back that feeling I'd known
But the way you were looking that evening
when you showed me out to your door
Oh I felt like we'd both been caught stealing
from the garden your parents had grown