if the sky weren’t blue
if four wasn’t always
two and two
I could live up a creek
without a canoe
and even stop playing the didgeridoo
but I couldn’t get by without you
my love
no, I couldn’t get by without you
I could soldier on
as I’ve learned to do
and not succumb
to the old boohoo
I could even get by
if the truth weren’t true
and exist with minimal hullaballoo
but I couldn’t get by without you
my love
no, I couldn’t get by without you