Lloyd Dobbler

Why are you so far away?

Even when you're standing next to me

You eyes give you away

Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking

And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler

With a boombox out in the street

And I'll be there if you need someone

Even if he isn't me

Lying in your bed

As lights dance across the ceiling

I listen to you breathe

Toss and turn in your sleep

And I wish that you'd believe

That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler

With a boombox out in the street

And I'll be there if you need someone

Even if he isn't me

There's a Norman Rockwell painting

Two kids sitting on a bench

It reminds me of all the stupid things

I'd like for us to share

But I don't care