Each time I see a crowd of people

just like a fool I stop and stare.

It's really not the proper thing to do

but maybe you'll be there.

I go out walking after midnight

along the lonely thoroughfare.

It's not the time or place to look for you

but maybe you'll be there.

You said your arms would always hold me

you said your lips were mine alone to kiss.

Now after all those things you told me

how can it end like this?

and maybe you'll be there.