How, how can it be
that a love carved out of caring
fashioned by fate could suffer so hard,
from the games played once too often?
But making mistakes is a part of life's imperfection,
born of the years
Is it so wrong to be human after all?
Drawn into the stream of undefined illusion,
those diamond dreams, they can't disguise the truth.
There is something about you, baby, so right.
I wouldn't be here without you, baby, tonight.
If, ever our love was concealed, no one can say that
we didn't feel a million things.
And a perfect dream of life, gone fragile but free.
We remain tender together.
If not so in love, it's not so wrong,
we're only human after all.
These changing years, they add to your confusion.
Oh, and you need to hear the time that told the truth.
Because there's something about you, baby, so right.
I wouldn't be here without you, baby, tonight.
Because there's something about you, baby, so right.
I wouldn't be here without you, baby, tonight.
Artist: Bob Welch
Artist: Luther Dickinson
Artist: American Wrestlers