You're browsing through    A second hand bookstore   And you see him    In non-fiction    V through Y   She looks up    From World War Two   And then you catch    His catching you    Catching his eye   And you quickly turn away    Your wishful stare   And take a sudden interest    In your shoes   If you only had the courage    But you don't she turns    And leaves and you both lose      And you think about   The people    That you never get to love   It's not as if you even    Have the chance   So many worth    A second life   But rarely do you get    A second glance   Until fate cuts    In on your dance      And you'll see him 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 two   And you'll rise    In solemn silence    To your floor   Like the fool    You are you get off   And he leaves your life    Behind a closing door      And you think about   The people    That you never get to love   The poem you intended to begin   The saddest words    That anyone has ever said   Are "Lord what might have been"   But noone said you get to win      Still you're never gonna miss    What you don't know   And you don't know    Who you'll meet    At half past three   It could be a total stranger    Who looks something    Just exactly much like me      One of the people    That you never get to love   One of the people    That you never get to love   The people    That you never get to love