I want to be in the direction you look.
Though I must admit my feelings,
seems I'm stealing what's already been took.
Now don't cast that light down on me,
I'm not blind, I can see.
Just think you might find it too true,
but that must be forgot, or else its over.

I want to be in the direction you look.
Silently begging like traffic at a one-way intersection.
This open book may seem too drastic,
but maybe the author's too busy hoping.
Perhaps its for the best not to mention,
just wish I was heading west in your direction.