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Maybe I didn't love you |
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As I turn onto Union Square |
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Maybe I didn't love you |
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As I slip my token into the turnstile |
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Maybe I only need to think about the past |
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You can understand |
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As I wedge myself between two boom-box boys |
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On the A train |
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Maybe I don't love you now |
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As I check out a brand new stove |
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Walking by a kitchen-wares store on Lex |
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Maybe I just needed to love |
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Anyone at all |
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Maybe I won't ever love you again |
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As I walk into Manny's for some strings |
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Maybe we won't ever be friends |
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Could I have needed to love the dark |
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As I try to avoid a jakey on Broome |
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Could I have conjured you |
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On imaginary avenues |
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Well maybe I need to merge with the all |
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As I stare at the sunset over the Hudson |
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And there you'd become one of |
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So many stars |
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What if I couldn't tell you apart |
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What if I couldn't pick out your face |
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What if I didn't love you |
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Didn't love you |
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There are so many stars |
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What if I couldn't pick out your face |
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Or find your hands |
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There are so many stars |
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What if I didn't love you |
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But what if I do |
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How will I know |
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What will you do |
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When I find you |
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There are so many stars |
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What if you're out there |
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And I just didn't see you |
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I could lose you just like that |
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Maybe forever |
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There are so many stars |
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So many stars |
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There are so many stars |
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There are so many stars |