Somebody

It’s in the air,everywhere
I go.The birds in the treestry to tell it to you.
It’s even on the air tonight:
She’s singing,
If you wanna come with me,all the things that we could do…think of all the thingsthat we could do.
Are you coming out tonight,or is it somebody else you’re seeing?
And if there’s somebody you’re seeing,would you rather be with me?
The pressure of a name…
I know that you live next door,but else nothing.
I see you sometimes in the hallway:the magic of two eyes.
It’s a moment so shortyet eternal in the stars above,the making of twowhen the sky was young.
What if it’s meant to be?
What if it’s so right?
Do you wanna come,wanna find out?