I can’t help it. I can’t help myself, I reminisce. I miss you.
You won’t say it. I won’t take it back. You were so dressed up, Did you take my hand in costume?
You speak to me of unrequited love, And don’t I know better than anyone about Fools planting flowers where there’s no sun. And did I expect you to grow to love me?
I can’t take it. I can’t stop myself. I think of her, I know she thinks of me.
Somewhere in Austin, Texas she’s sitting. One day she’ll want to sit with me.
She speaks to me of unrequited love, And so I know better than anyone about Fools planting flowers where there’s no sun. Yet still I expect her to grow to love me.
She speaks to me of unrequited love, and so I, and so I…