when i was sixteen a boy played this on piano in my english class for me – someone i never saw as clearly as i wished i could have at that age. this is now written for someone who i do see. who sees me.
Don’t wish it away Don’t look at it like it’s forever Between you and me I could honestly say That things can only get better
And while I’m away Dust out the demons inside
And it won’t be long before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide
And I guess that’s why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second without hesitation And never forget I’m your man
Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself