I know the damage that he's done. And I know the damage that he'll do. You know when you knock on my door. I'll always open it to you. There is a time, there is a place.
Honey, sit down, let me tell you what I'm thinking. A story I remember as a kid. About a man who tried to tell his wife he loved her. And the strong and simple heart felt way he did.
A little white house, in the heart of town. On a little sad street, just a little run down. Became a home, for Bill and Sue. Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.