The Whim to Walk Upstairs

I could stay up all night until three Romantic, melancholy as can be The devil could've caught me in his satisfying snares If I hadn't had the whim to walk upstairs My plans might've never gotten so off track Dreams dead quicker. Debts would be paid back. We would've saved the money spent on these hotels and these fares If I hadn't had the whim to walk upstairs My heart was aching, my knees were shaking One step at a time I thought it sinful, when we'd rekindle Each night, but I'd still climb I'd have never learned that the wise man rushes in while the fool prepares If I hadn't had the whim to walk upstairs We never would have had our famous fight I never would have driven through the night My best friends and your sisters would never walk down the aisle in pairs If I hadn't had the whim to walk upstairs We never would've wound up in this town Your car, it might have never broken down Our two-bed, one-bath bungalow wouldn't need all these repairs If I hadn't had the whim to walk upstairs