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 whose 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