You're browsing through a second hand bookstoreAnd you see her in non-fiction V through YShe looks up from World War TwoAnd then you catch her catching you catching her eye.And you quickly turn away your wishful stareAnd take a sudden interest in your shoesIf you only had the courage, but you don'tShe turns and leaves and you both lose.And you think aboutThe people that you never get to love.It's not as if you even have the chance.So many worth a second lifeBut rarely do you get a second glanceUntil fate cuts in on your dance.And you'll see her on a train that you've just missed.At a bus stop where your bus will never stop.Or in a passing Buick when you've been pulled over by a traffic cop.Or you'll share an elevator, just you twoAnd you'll rise in solemn silence to your floor.Like the fool you are you get offAnd she leaves your life behind a closing door.And you think aboutThe people that you never get to loveThe poem you intended to beginThe saddest words that anyone has ever saidAre "Lord what might have been"But noone said you get to win.Still you're never gonna miss what you don't knowAnd you don't know who you'll meet at half past threeIt could be a total stranger who looks something just exactly much like me.One of the people that you never get to loveOne of the people that you never get to loveThe people that you nver get to love.