sitting at a stop light
i let my mind drift away,
i'm somewhere far away.
don't know how much time i've got,
on this earth or at this stoplight
forgot where i was or was about.
a pretty young woman crosses the street
in front of me, we're both afraid to let our eyes meet.
niether one of us is getter any younger!
another chance i watched walk by
what is this fear we have to simply say hi?
i tried my best to love you
i see pieces of people drive by
the radio plays low, a love song from long ago
someone blows their horn
its time for me to go!
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