Lloyd Dobbler
Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me
Your eyes give you away
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking
And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me
Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling
And I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep
And I wish that you'd believe
That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me
There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Of two kids sitting on a bench
It reminds me of all the stupid things