It was a half past twelve when I saw you on the steps outside your house   I looked straight down, you saw me, said hello, I stuttered twice and caught myself      I know that you don’t feel the same way   But sometimes I tell myself you think of me       And all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do   Is bringing me back to you (It’s how I do)   I wish you knew, every little thing that you do    Is pulling me back to you      When I said goodbye I won her over   But I didn’t get her number, 0 for 1nce I wish I had the confidence to tell you…      I know that it’s over, I’m too late   But sometimes I dream that you’ll come back to me      I’m not the type to meet you Friday night and ask you to stay   It’s far more likely for me to wait three years…   I’m just too late…to say…I like the way…      That all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do   Is bringing me back to you   I wish you knew, every little thing that you do    Is pulling me back to you