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
