When we stopped
I didn't have a chance to say a single word
And I had no confidence
No guts inside of me telling me to say more than "Hey, what's up?"

Looking at me
I'm looking behind me
I'm wondering what it could be
It's hiding behind me
The discarded old thing
The girl for which I used to sing songs

I should stop looking at my feet
And start looking in front of me
Looking where the God saw me
I wonder if we'll ever be more than just my clouded dream
Where you're standing next to me

Do you want me at all
Cuz' if you don't that's all right
But it sure as hell would be nice
To be a little closer to you