Why are you so far away
Even when you're standing next to me?
Your eyes give you away
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking

And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me

Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling
And I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep
And I wish that you'd believe

That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me

There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Of two kids sitting on a bench
It reminds me of all the stupid things
I'd like for us to share, but I don't care