I’m not sure and I’m not asking but I thought I heard you say: “I just walked past him”
But why can I never do anything before you go?
I don’t know

And outside, the streets are empty; there was no time then and now there’s plenty
Oh, why do I never get the chance to say a word when you’re on your own?

If there’s nothing that I want more, why do my steps get this small when I reach your front door?
And I wait outside for you to come back out and your light goes out

You don’t know me but I’m still here and, God, the last time I saw you, you were, oh, this near
And there’s a thousand things I wished I’d said and done but the moment’s gone

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