She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ball point pen They travel around for weeks at a time Writin' down descriptions of the places they been She plays guitar but nothin' fancy With no intention of becomin' a star Only thing that's botherin' him these days Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar Cliches Good ways To say what you mean Mean what you say She never did make her debut He never made it to class She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast They're funny when they get to rockin' Goin' out for a night on the town Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus Just to look at when they finally slow down Full moon So soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June He's always tuned into Star Trek She's always tuned into him Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim Tonight they're gonna go star gazin' An' try to figure out which one they're near But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height You know you can't get there from here Full moon So soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June Cliches Good ways To say what you mean Mean what you say To say what you mean Mean what you say