He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door
It was a bookstore where I'd never been before
I wasn't looking for anything more than a book
But I looked, isn't that what eyes are for
Studied biographies, I checked out the magazines
My mind kept leading me back to his face
I'd seen something about him that made me feel 17
Stop, so I'm not, isn't that what minds are for
Now every day I can't wait to see him
I'm gonna ask his name
But every day I hand him my bag and
Everything remains the same
He took my knapsack and his fingers brushed my wrist
Gave me a number but it wasn't even his
I crossed another novel off of my reading list
Wished to be kissed isn't that what lips are for
Thinking about him when I'm on my way to work
All these men in suits they look too perfect
And I want to tell him I'm not just some soulless jerk
Hey, I got a band I understand what life is for
Now every day I can't wait to see him
I'm gonna ask his name
But every day I hand him my bag and
Everything remains the same
He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door
Wanted to tell him that I can't see him anymore
Got a new job in a different part of town
Fired and rehired isn't that what work is for
He smiled right at me but I couldn't meet his eye
All I could look at was the palm tree on his tie
I'll think about him when I go to bed at night
Deep in my sleep isn't that what dreams are for
He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door
He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door
He took my knapsack