I'm a regular to this place.
Sitting by a phone,
dreaming of his face
All alone,
wishing he would call.
But maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Maybe shy smiles and awkward glances
are all we'll ever amount to be.
It's just a big misunderstanding.
I wish you would talk to me.
Send me a line
Throw me a rope
I'm sitting here waiting
For a simple sign telling me
That you're listening,
That you know what I'm saying.
I feel like I'm on my own
screaming into the wind
Hoarse whispers whisked away
You'll never know
What it is that I have to say.
I wish someone would please stop this same old song
and keep me from blindly dancing along
It's just going to end the same way
A broken heart with so much left to say.
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