Lost Lovers

First time she saw him

She knew he was special

He worked in that record store

where everything around him was painted black.

The second time

She bought a record

She told him she liked Bob Dylan

but the truth was she didn't like his music at all.

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

They went to the movies

He walked her home

And she imagined what their kids would look like

and what type of dog they would own.

And by the doorway

A painful silence

He kissed her and

the way she didn't like at all

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

A Friday in June

She expects his call

And she has written down the type of books he likes

and what types he doesn't like at all

But in the moon light

The city sleeps

And she convinces herself

that this thing wasn't meant to be

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song

Oh, how the lovers are lost

Ooh, how the lovers are lost