oh, wait, the babies haven't been born.
Unpacking the bags and setting up,
and planting lilacs and buttercups.
In the meantime, I've got it hard...
second-floor living without a yard.
It may be years before the day
my dreams will match up with my pay!
I've got a man to stick it out,
to make a home from a rented house.
And we'll collect the moments one by one,
I guess that's how the future's spun.