| Oh, I tried to let you let yourself go | 
| But then my arms won’t let you | 
| Oh, I tried to hold you hold yourself up | 
| But then my arms always caught you | 
| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers | 
| And, oh my, what are those | 
| Brown eyes that look back at me? | 
| If I’m a singer you’re a singer | 
| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony | 
| I could make you so happy | 
| I could make you so happy | 
| Oh, I tried to back your back when you lead | 
| But then you’re easy to follow | 
| Oh, I tried to make you make you love me | 
| But then your heart’s never hollow | 
| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers | 
| And, oh my, what are those | 
| Brown eyes that look back at me? | 
| If I’m a singer you’re a singer | 
| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony | 
| I could make you so happy | 
| I could make you so happy | 
| I could untie all your knots | 
| Make you feel good when you’re not | 
| Just so you could be so happy | 
| I could roll up all the dirt into flowers when you’re hurt | 
| You would always be so happy | 
| I would blow out all the smoke | 
| Make you whole when you were broke | 
| I just want you to be so happy | 
| I would tear down all the walls | 
| I would do anything at all to make you so happy | 
| Oh, I tried to let you let yourself go | 
| But then my arms won’t let you | 
| Oh, I tried to hold you hold yourself up | 
| But then my arms always caught you | 
| Let’s put our fingers in our fingers | 
| And, oh my, what are those | 
| Brown eyes that look back at me? | 
| If I’m a singer you’re a singer | 
| We’re a duet of those low and highs that make harmony |