I've written letters to you on whitest paper But they all return to me a pale brown And I've tried to stand up to it But it all seemed kinda useless So I'm writing you this letter from the ground And if you see a gentleman of promise Stealing looks at you from there across the room And if your tired heart, it dances from exchanging second glances Don't hesitate to steal your glances too And I wanted to wait till the sun would appear Picking flowers and placing them over our ears But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along But something tells me there will come a time Tired of that back and forth affair that we've been through Thinking more than once it may be time for something new Suddenly you'll see him standing there across the room Staring at you And I wanted to wait till the sun would appear Picking flowers and placing them over our ears But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along And I'm not very far along And if your tired heart, it dances From exchanging second glances Please don't hesitate to put this letter down