I sense there's someting in the wind That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have: The worst is just around the bend.
And does he notice my feeliings for him?.. And will he see how much he means to me?.. I think it's not to be...
What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last.
And will we ever end up together?.. No, I think not, it's never to become, For I am not the one.