I watch you waltz with her and know it’s right.
I picture you with me and know it’s wrong.
And if I give in to what I should fight,
I’ll dance with you—but never to this song.
I watch her smile each time she hears you croon;
She knows the verses; I just hum along.
And if she fails to harmonize your tune,
I’ll match you word for word—but not this song.
You hold her and I see her knees go weak.
When I came on too strong, you ran away.
We each thought that the other was unique;
We thought our lives would be a passion play.
But that’s a club to which I can’t belong
Because my range is bigger than your song.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells