Lloyd Dobbler

Why are you so far away?
Even when you’re standing next to me You eyes give you away
Telling secrets when your mouth don’t feel like talking
And I’ll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I’ll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn’t me Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling
I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep
And I wish that you’d believe
That I’ll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I’ll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn’t me There’s a Norman Rockwell painting
Two kids sitting on a bench
It reminds me of all the stupid things
I’d like for us to share
But I don’t care