I turned my fortune to an oracle
Tell me, what becomes of me?
In hopes that I'd be destined for greatness
But she only spoke of family

All twisted and spitting, an atheist
Scrambling to prove her wrong
Until the jagged rocks of my ego
Eroded to a humble stone

Spare the horse and carriage, I need no wedding ring
Just want your pillow next to mine
Two kids and a bushel of rock-roses in the spring
Your love, and a lifetime

So light upon the waves, I rolled on
Into sand and dust upon a beach
There, pressed into the hands of my true love
I wept and sighed, a great relief

Now, what I wouldn't give for a patch of dirt
To bury just a couple seeds
To spend my life out in the garden
And bring a flower home to thee

So, spare the horse and carriage, I need no wedding ring
Just want your pillow next to mine
Two kids and a bushel of rock-roses in the spring
Your love, and a lifetime

I've cowered in the face of choices
Consequences haunting me
But some things are so clear and obvious
I need not even think or speak

So, spare the horse and carriage, I need no wedding ring
Just want your pillow next to mine
Two kids and a bushel of rock-roses in the spring
Your love, and a lifetime

Mm-hm, mm-mm-mm-hm
Your love, and a lifetime