Headlights

I nearly thought that maybe she

Could be the one to set me free

I went and fell again

There's just something about her, I guess

I wonder, did she know?

I wonder, did it show?

And now she's gone again

Seems we're not meant to be friends

And now she's gone again

And now she's gone again

Watching headlights far away

Aching at the close of the day

Walking and wishing she

Were sharing the evening with me

And I recall silently not sleeping

And I recall her wet hair in the morning

And I recall the distance I was keeping

And I recall a birthday kiss she gave me

Two journeys to her flat when it was just me

And, in her car, to the radio her singing

I recall the attention I was paying

I wanted friendship, wanted closeness

Around her I was hopeless

I'd catch myself and feel a fool

It's such a different world in which she moves

I wonder, did she know?

I wonder, did it show?

I wonder, did it show?

And now she's gone again

Seems we're not meant to be friends

And memories like these, they're what I have left

Memories that, stupidly, I never will forget

Memories like these: a birthday card somewhere

I could tell she was awake

She wanted, too, to break the silence

If we'd have talked into the night

Would that have made a difference?