I finally wrote you the letter W/ all the things i've been meaning to say But i was walking to your apartment & The letter fell out of my pocket on the way Seven pages on 16th street I lost my words under tires & feet & You'll probably never have a clue Coz i'll probably never say a thing to you I've been watching out the window of the bus Every time it passes by Just to see if you were outside Smoking cigarettes & passing time I think of things that i wanted to say When I ride by almost every day But you'll probably never have a clue coz I'll probably never say these things to you