It's just that you're perfect
And they don't understand
And since you're an addict
You'll be picked by hand
It's just that you're lovely
And no one will see
And you are above me
So you don't see me

Chasing, jumping, yelling at nothing
It's all the things you do that make you the Something
I wish I were bigger
I wish I could fly
I'd come straight to you . . .
. . . or at least I would try

It's just that it's hard
I cannot reach you!
I'm practically barred!
Do you dream of me?
Do you ever find yourself thinking mysteriously . . .
Does your mind stray,
And you can't find where it's gone?
Do you see a lone face,
And you don't know where it's come from?

It's just that you're everywhere
and I'm just stuck here.