when you sat down, looking down or maybe beat
you're taking notes, i can see, carefully
i don't know you half as well as i'd like to
once or twice we've shared a word
way down i slide in my seat
maybe you'll look at me, the way i look at you
and then one day we got to talk about the prices of beer
you shook your head and rolled your eyes, when mentioned him
you waited there for me to pack up my bag
and we walked out i got a sense we could have kept on walking
way down i slide in my seat
maybe you'll look at me, the way i look at you
i got the nerve to catch up to and walk you to your car
i asked you out, you had to work, but i got your number
in disbelief and slight relief at not striking out
but saturday in my addressbook it was gone, not overlooked
way down i slide in my seat
maybe you'll look at me, the way i look at you
