I wish someone would think of me
Like I think of you
When finding an old record in that Rock n' Roll corner store
Or walking on a side walk where the stones are uneven
Where I'd have to skip a few steps to make sure I don't trip
That,
That's the moment where I wish you'd magically jump from behind the old man's gate
To take my hand and stumble together
And to look to the right at the horse that's always staring
It's moments like these where I blame myself
Blame myself for being in love
In love with an idea
The sad part, it's merely an idea.