You stood beneath the willow tree
Your fingers traced the air near me
I heard a sound, not quite a word
Just something soft I never heard
The fields were full of yesterday
But all you did was look away
So I waited by the windowpane
Counted cracks along the frame You were never mine to lose
But I held on just to choose You never turned around
I left a note beneath your chair
It said I hoped you'd meet me there
The dusk fell fast, I stayed too long
And still believed we'd both belong
But April turned and slipped right by
And left no reason, no reply
So I waited by the
windowpane Counted cracks along the frame
You were never mine to lose But I held on just to choose
Even now I
pass that street
Where our shadows used to meet