Sting. Practical Arrangement

Am I asking for the moon?Is it really so implausible?That you and I could soonCome to some kind of arrangement?I’m not asking for the moonI’ve always been a realistWhen it’s really nothing moreThan a simple rearrangementWith one roof above our headsA warm house to return toWe could start with separate bedsI could sleep alone or learn toI’m not suggesting that we’d findSome earthly paradise