| Can you remember the way it used to be? |
| Rest stops and break down lanes and rain, were all we would need |
| To call it a day |
| We didn’t much to say |
| To explain a way |
| They’re opening doors for me all over town |
| But it’s just too bad that I won’t be around |
| Now plain Jane sent me flowers or a post card |
| I won’t turn you down again |
| You say it ain’t warm enough |
| But man I’m just burning up |
| I’m going down with the dust |
| But is it too much to ask, of you? |
| And am I moving too fast? |
| Did I come back too soon? |
| Is it too much to ask, of you? |
| Now sometimes just being alive is enough |
| The money don’t matter to me |
| Just send me your love |
| I’m leaving as the crow flies, I’m coming |
| We don’t even need to talk about anything |
| We can just let it rain |
| There’s so much I could bring |
| But is it too much to ask, of you? |
| Am I moving too fast? |
| Did I come back too soon? |
| Is it too much to ask, of you? |