One of these days:
I’m going to write a song for you. And there are going to be a million people driving down the highway singing it at the top of their lungs but nobody will know who it’s for. And they’ll dance and they’ll cry and they’ll pretend they understand the words, but, really, nobody ever will, because nobody could ever understand what I feel for you. And I’ll step on stage and the piano will start pounding and the guitar will start wailing and my stomach will tie in knots and I’ll sing to an audience of hundreds, or maybe thousands, but I’ll pretend each and every one of them is you.
One of these days, second chances will be reality, and I will fall in love with you again.
