I’ll take one last look,
one last look and go my separate way,
and hope to god it lasts me through the day or til we’re old and blue.

To somehow tell someone my story,
and maybe have them think I’m crazy,
but I already have my excuse,
I’ll say I’m crazy because I’m fallin for you.

The one whose smile gets me through the day,
whom I wish to remember when I’m turning gray,
who underneath what may have seemed,
had a heart of gold,
and if what I want never happens,
and I keep going and never see you again
It’ll be a sad story,
because I don’t think I’ll find someone else like you.