Doorstep

She asks me "Don't you love you too?" And I ask her "Is that even true?" As we're sitting on her doorstep It's just past two She asks me "Can't it be enough just for me to love you?" We were only kids then In that river flow The days keep marching forward I didn't know That we could both be better But even so Though I felt we were happy, she felt she had to go I sent her a letter A few years too late Said more than I mean to Closed off that gate Now I don't know her feelings Of apathy or hate Guess I'm meant to make my own way My simple twist of fate And I'll still think about her When I'm stricken by the sound And she is far away now In some European town Remember sitting on her doorstep My tears streaming down All I really want to tell her now is Thanks for coming around