Getting Busy

I'm pretty busy this week I know you're busy too We both got, both got Things to do If it were up to me I'd be getting busy with you And you'd be getting busy with me too But oh how naive can I be Thinking that with you I could stop saying 'me' And start saying 'we' But at least Do this one thing for 'we' Tell them all the things That were almost meant to be Tell them the things that we both know Tell 'em 'bout the message that you sent me When I reached my front door Tell 'em that I kissed you good When it was time to go And that every night about this time I could be yours and your could be mine You're my coulda, shoulda, would have, baby (Could have, should have) I coulda, shoulda, woulda been your baby (Could have, should have) Two wheels on the front Two on the back of your van That makes four And they turn As you chase your dreams down I play a gig every week For a month That makes four And I wait my turn To chase my dreams down It's pretty easy to see You live like me You find a thing you love And you chase it 'til it makes you tired But oh how naive can I get Thinking that with you We could find those things together And chase them into the sunset But at least do this one thing for 'we' Tell them all the things That were almost meant to be Tell them the things that we both know Tell 'em 'bout the message that you sent me When I reached my front door Tell 'em that I kissed you good When it was time to go And that every night about this time I could be yours and your could be mine You're my coulda, shoulda, would have, baby (Could have, should have) I coulda, shoulda, woulda been your baby (Could have, should have)