Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world

　　I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl

　　How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take

　　How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays

　　Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze

　　A trail for the devil to erase

　　San Francisco’s calling us the Giants and Mets will play

　　Piazza New York catcher are you straight or are you gay

　　We hung about the stadium we’ve got no place to stay

　　We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell

　　About the saddest book you ever read

　　It always makes you cry

　　The statue’s crying too and Well he May

　　I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face

　　I love you my responsibility has found a place

　　Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words

　　Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd

　　“You’ll take care of her I know it you will do a better job”

　　Maybe but not what she deserves

　　Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake

　　We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates

　　A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style

　　We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by

　　And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate

　　In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

　　The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day

　　The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays

　　He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor

　　He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for

　　a doorway

　　Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench

　　Life outside the diamond is a wrench

　　I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend

　　I know it wouldn’t come to love my heroine pretend

　　A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day

　　You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away Renee”

　　The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like

　　a flower

　　Meet you at the statue in an hour

　　Meet you at the statue in an hour