with all the things i've been meaning to say
but i was walking to your apartment
and the letter fell out of my pocket on the way
seven pages on sixteenth street
i lost my words under tires and feet
and you'll probably never have a clue
cause i'll probably never say a thing to you

i've been watching out the window of the bus
every time it passes by
just to see if you were outside
smoking cigarettes and passing time
i think of things that i wanted to say
when i ride by almost every day
but you'll probably never have a clue cause
i'll probably never say these things to you