I want a picture in my pocket from the day we metnRemember when we drank too muchnI want to carry it around with menand show it off to everyone we meetnIf that's okay with younnI want to rent a plane and write our names across the skynIn big white fluffy lettersnOr just whisper something silly in your earnWhen we're not supposed to laughnIf that's okay with younIs that okay with youn'Cause you make it realnnOne of these days I'm gonna find younBaby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynI may be a step or two steps behind you nBut, baby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynnI want to look at you from way across the roomnAnd know exactly what you're thinkingnEvery corner of your bodynEvery perfect imperfection I will know nIf that's okay with younnI want to take you on a thousand or more first datesnAnd make everytime get betternLie in bed with you for days on endnand never let you gonIf that's okay with younIf that's okay with youn'Cause you make it realnnOne of these days I'm gonna find younBaby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynI may be a step or two steps behind you nBut baby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynnAnd when we're grey and oldnI'll still be by your sidenWarming your hands in minenWe'll share the memoriesnYou make it realnnOne of these days I'm gonna find younBaby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynI'm only a step or two steps behind younBaby I'm on my waynBaby I'm on my waynnI just want to lie with younShare my life and die with younLove you every single daynBaby, I'm on my way