You're browsing in a second hand book store
And you see him in non-fiction V-Y
He looks up from World War Two
And then you catch him, catch him, catch him in his eye
So you quickly turn away a wishful stare
And take a sudden interest in your shoes
If you only had the courage
But you don't, and he turns and leaves
And you both loose
And you think about the people that you never get to love
Its not as if you even had the chance
So many worth a second life but rarely do you get a second glance
Until fate cuts in on your dance
And you'll see him on a train that you just missed
At a bus stop where your bus will never stop
Or in a passing Buick when you've been pulled over by a traffic cop
Or you'll share an elevator, just you two
And rise in solemn silence to your floor
Like the fool you are, you get off
And he leaves your life behind a closing door
And you think about the people that you never get to love
That poem you intended to begin
The saddest that anyone has ever said are "Lord what might have been"
But no one ever said you get to win
Still you'll never going to miss what you don't know
And you don't know who you'll meet at half past 3
It could be a total stranger who looks just a little bit like me
One of the people that you never get to love
One of the people that you never get to love
The People That You Never Get To Looooooooove
