I picked out my most comfortable shirt
And some faded jeans to go with it
I caught myself hoping you’d wear that white dress
While id carry a carnation as I always have
See, we could find each other
In any crowded place
There were no faces
And who cared about spaces?
We had one of our own
We’d moved way past hello
And onto that comfort in silence that only two people know
You see, you’d made an impression
An everlasting impression
I know
Believe me, I know
I know you wanted to come
You just never gave yourself a chance to
Because, you see,
The Universe has a perverted sense of humor
And terrible comic timing.



I picked out my favorite shirt
And the jeans to go with it
I thought id ask you to wear a red scarf
While id carry a red rose
So we could find each other
In this crowded place
Full of faces
And empty spaces
One of which we could make our own
I'd sit down and say hello!
Or something more amusing
Because first impressions are last impressions
And you'd impressed me already
I don’t know
I will never know
Because you never came
You were never given a chance to
Because, you see,
The Universe has a perverted sense of humor
And terrible comic timing.