i don’t want to see it out my window

i don’t want to see it on the tv

i don’t want to see it on the sidewalk

if it ain’t walking next to me

 

i don’t want to see it in the arms of someone else

if i can’t have it for myself

 

i don’t want it shooting me no glances

i don’t want it whispering in my ear

i don’t want to fall into believing

that i might one day have it here

 

i don’t want to see it in the arms of someone else

if i can’t have it for myself

 

i’m a man who understands the balance

between what is and what will never be

i don’t care that she’s out there for someone

why can’t that someone be me

 

i don’t want to see it on the billboard

don’t want it walking around in my dreams

i don’t want it smiling from the page

of half a dozen magazines

 

i don’t want to see it in the arms of someone else

if i can’t have it for myself

 

i’m a man who understands the balance

between what is and what will never be

i don’t care that she’s out there for someone

why can’t that someone be me

 

i don’t want to see it in the arms of someone else

if i can’t have it for myself