Second Floor Apartment

You went walking now down by the beach Until your feet would no longer Until your hands were no longer You were always now just out of reach If only my arms were longer Then maybe I could wait longer But I just could not leave Washington Street No, I just could not leave While I was in love with the occupant of the second-floor apartment And you know I'd love to earn your trust But that's not my department, is it now? There's a man upstairs with a ring on his hand Who thinks he has you Who hopes he has you still But I just could not leave Washington Street No, I just could not leave 'Cause I was in love with the occupant of the second-floor apartment And you know I'd love to earn your trust But that's not my department, is it now? Memories of us are walking through snow Maybe I just had no way to know That all these footprints on Washington Street Would melt down into the sea While I was in love with the one who's truth does lie Deep beneath her shoreline And you know I'd love to be your one But I don't think I could be, one of two If you knew There's a man down there who knows not what he has Who thinks he has you