Nobody has the key to my door And friends never seem to ask anymore If I've found that special someone I can call my own What would I give for a touch or a kiss Ah, these are the thoughts that I strive to dismiss Because here is a heart that has learned to survive all alone Such modest dreams So unambitious And so restrained Such fragile hopes Small yet delicious And quite contained Should one demand the stars and Moon and Earth Only to find the pittance one is worth We all want love I'm no exception It's hard to find It's not as though I sought perfection Just someone kind I'd always thought that I would in time settle down But when I looked the circus had left town Those modest dreams Inconsequential And every day And yet the years Saw my potential Just slip away Always assumed I could afford to wait Woke up to find I'd left it far too late I wanted just What seemed realistic Within my grasp And here I am A mere statistic My moment's passed Why does a heart that asks for so little get less? Must be the way the cards are dealt I guess