This by Rod Stewart

Down below on Baker Street 
Lay your head back 
On this field of dreams 
And close your eyes 
There's a few that find love 
On Sundays down by the sea 
And they wash clean like angels 
High above the waves so free 

I have no words to say to you 
I have no dream to take you to 
I have no ring for you to kiss 
Baby, all I have is this 

Pray for grace 
Keep the faith 
Walk on down the road 
Wait for me, look for love 
Are you fearless, reckless 
Homeless and all alone 
Can you make love, heal things 
Make my heart go wild again 

*I have no words to say to you 
I have no dream to take you to 
I have no ring for you to kiss 
Baby, all I have is this 
I have no way to hold you now 
I have no time to show you how 
I have no gold, nothing to risk 
Baby, all I have is this 

And she says 
It doesn't matter anymore 

There's a few that find love 
On Sundays down by the sea 
And they wash clean 
Like angels' wings 
High above the waves so free 

(*Repeat) 

All I have is on my sleeve 
All I want is your sweet love, baby 
All I saw was open space 
Walk down the road 
Fearless, fearless 
All I have is this