I was searching for someone

But would I ever listen

No I took it for granted

So what could be missing?

It just had to be you

In the wings, in the stalls, in the back of the hall, it was you

It was you all the time

Like the man in the street, who came in, took a seat

And he stayed ‘til the end of the show

How could he know, how could he know

That I was down on my last coin

Feeling the cold night

Ringing my heart out

Praying for daylight