I see you walking down the street
I look at you, you look at me
And in that moment that we greet 
I drift away

Standing in the evening sun
Your eyes look tender, arms look strong (then they're 
gone?)
And how I wish that I belonged
But I don't say

 [bad word] 
That maybe I'm the one you seek
And maybe you and I could speak
And maybe we could start to see
If only this wasn't just my dream

I'm standing waiting in the sun

I'm hoping that [bad word] along
I've been here almost every day 
But you don't show

I see you walking down the street
I look at you, you look at me
And in that moment maybe we 
Could drift away

 [bad word] 
Guitar Solo
 [bad word] 

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