People are always telling you to keep your head above the sea
Because there is always going to be that special person you'll meet
Then how come they have theirs, and not me
She must be so bleak and bland just like me
She'll always look at me with a face of gloom
And a sudden undercurrent that's spiked with doom
But if we meet five years from now
This relationship, this bond, would your husband allow?
Because I know he's proud and so happy now
Because he loves you, so I'll die in my cloud