rupert holmes
the people you never get to love
You're browsing through  A second hand bookstore And you see him  In non-fiction  V through why She looks up  From World War Two And then you catch  His catching you  Catching his eye And you quickly turn away  Your wishful stare And take a sudden interest  In your shoes If you only had the courage  But you don't she turns  And leaves and you both lose  And you think about The people  That you never get to love It's not as if you even  Have the chance So many worth  A second life But rarely do you get  A second glance Until fate cuts  In on your dance  And you'll see him on a train  That you've just missed At a bus stop  Where your bus will never stop Or in a passing Buick  When you've been pulled over  By a traffic cop Or you'll share an elevator  Just you two And you'll rise  In solemn silence  To your floor Like the fool  You are you get off And he leaves your life  Behind a closing door  And you think about The people  That you never get to love The poem you intended to begin The saddest words  That anyone has ever said Are "Lord what might have been" But no one said you get to win  Still you're never gonna miss  What you don't know And you don't know  Who you'll meet  At half past three It could be a total stranger  Who looks something  Just exactly much like me  One of the people  That you never get to love One of the people  That you never get to love The people  That you never get to love