Well the truth is easy I was looking at your face There was no imperfection In your eyes, in your lips, in your grace You were telling me of your job I was writing this new song Feeling blessed and mistaken Time has made you cynical But here's my number give me a call Just bad timing I don't know you anymore But I would start again Eye to eye just for a while I would love you again It's many years since that night, You were late for your flight Who knows how it would have gone? Time has made you practical So take my number give me a call Just bad timing I don't know you anymore But I would start again Eye to eye just for a while I would love you again I don't know you anymore But I would start again Eye to eye just for a while I would love you again I don't know you anymore But I would start again Eye to eye just for a while I would love you again