Bewitched

I’m not sure and I’m not asking
But I thought I heard you say
«I just walked past him»
But why can I never do anything before you go
I don’t know
And outside the streets are empty
There was no time then
And now there’s plenty
Oh why do I never get a chance to say a word
When you’re on your own
If there’s nothing that I want more
Why do my steps get this small
When I reach your front door
And I wait outside for you to come back out
And your light goes out
You don’t know me but I’m still here
And God the last time I saw you
You were, oh, this near
And there’s a thousand things I wish I’d said and done
But the moment’s gone