Each time I see a crowd of people, just like a fool I stop and stare
It's really not the proper thing to do, but maybe you'll be there
I go out walking after midnight, along the lonely thoroughfare
It's not the time or place to look for you, but maybe you'll be there
You said your arms would always hold me, you said you lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me, how can it end like this
Someday if all my prayers are answered, I'll hear a footstep on the stair
With anxious heart, I'll hurry to the door, and maybe you'll be there
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