And they met when they mwere young
With one thing in common
Two big city kids lost in a stupid world
Of egoistic boys and lying little girls
And he knows there was something there
'Cause he saw it in her stare
Or does he tell himself that for something
to hold to
Second guessing life 'cause he doesn't
know the truth

And he knows, but he fakes it, that he's
doing okay
And he knows, 'cause he wastes it, his
life and everyday

In his head he's always known
The way the story's supposed to go
But then she left, now she's fifty
states away
And he wastes his hours and squanders
every day
'Cause now she's just a dream
Of how things could have been
So he sits at home and wonders
where she is
And what she's doing, does she ever
think of him

And he keeps on writing her letters
Ones he'll never send
And he wishes he had a picture
So he could see her face again

And he knows, but he fakes it, that he's
doing okay
And he knows, 'cause he wastes it, his
life and everyday
(many times)