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?