susannah mccorkle
the people that you never get to love
You're browsing in a second hand book store And you see him in non-fiction V-why He looks up from world war two And then you catch him, catch him, catch him in his eye  So you quickly turn away a wishful stare And take a sudden interest in your shoes If you only had the courage but you don't And he 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 had 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 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 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 That poem you intended to begin The saddest that anyone has ever said are Lord what might have been? But no one ever said you get to win  Still you'll never going to 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 just a little bit 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