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