listening to riversall day, asking myself,
"why are you so far away from me?"
(you're so far away from me, so far away from me)
and i asked you to join me,
but you said, you don't hang with boys like me."
when i sit in my room,
drinking peach ice tea,
it reminds me of you
and i play my guitar
as loud as i can
'cause maybe you'll pass my open window
'cause i wrote all these songs for you,
but i guess you'll never hear them
nobody's gonna hear them
'cause no-one can understand a boy's mind
so if you would be so kind
just look at me once or twice
you'd see the passion behind those glasses of mine
so if you would be so kind,
look at me
you'd see the passion behind those glasses of mine
if you only knew
about the things you do to me (yeah)