Standard tuning, 3rd fret. Intro: Waking up to the morning through my fishbowl And I worry is she sleeping? Is she breathing? Is she dead? And would I be a better mother to a kitty Or a puppy, or chimpanzees, or maybe to your baby Lord willing Lord willing Lord willing Lord willing, Lord willing If I'm alive this time tomorrow I'll have lots more time to kill and maybe we could rearrange my furniture to make lots more room to fill Whoa yeah You and I we lay like fireflies retired from those summer nights All bottled up as victims of our child's play And when we laugh these walls are muted by our existence Should I be a bit more persistent when I ask you to stay over? If you're willing If you're willing If you're willing If you're willing, you're willing You are the only one that matters And the only one who knows Every inch of my perimeter From my fingers to my toes And I don't know where we'll be tomorrow But I have one guarantee For these arms once held malignancy You know that I'm willing I'm willing I'm willing I'm willing to take you home I'm willing, I'm willing I'm willing to follow you home I'm willing, I'm willing I'm willing to take you home I'm willing, I'm willing I'm willing to call you home