Tucked away, or shut inside Drawers and cabinets keep their contents Safe from sets of prying eyes, sitting still they're uncompromised
And if it's feet he firmly plants, it's a mind he'll find will wander And he'll wonder if she'd ask why he's living in the past
Oh cause he can't escape it, he just can't seem to slip away Dismayed to find out the shadows of doubt have cast him in disarray No, he couldn't shake it, it wouldn't let him get away With luck he'll speak, cause even softly spoken words will let you say:
"Did you happen to notice me as I rode through the park and past you today? Did you happen to notice me as I pedaled by and glanced your way?