Teksty: The Avett Brothers. Offering.

Babe I'm lost
Cause I don't know what to say
Hmmm I love you
Want to make you my wife someday

Don't wanna steal you
Of a young woman's light
To me its perfect
Just wanna do you right

And I've known others
And I've loved others too
But I loved them cause they were stepping stones
On a staircase to you

Sometimes I act foolish
I don't know what to do
Please babe try not to judge me
For my offering is true

And I dream of children
We can call our own
Watch 'em run around in the front yard
From the front porch of our home