Sometimes she sits
Lips pursed, with
Pretty fingertips
Gently pulling at my hips

I want her more than
Anything in the world
I’d give up the gold pan
Or any other girl

Sometimes she thinks of me
And all that we lost
If I could tell we’re meant to be
It would set my heart free

I wanted love and she didn’t
So I braced for impact
It seems the sky is not the limit
I’m grounded here I won’t submit

Sometimes I see her
But does she see me?
Her beauty and loveliness together
Wreaking havoc inside absolutely

She may not feel my pain
And I wouldn't want it
She's the only one I want to gain
For now I'll hold my heart and sit