U.V.A.
Sucker for a pretty face
Think about you and I cannot even lace up my
Shoes, let alone my life
Loneliness within me but I guess that that's the price that you
Pay for loving from afar
I don't have the guts to tell you how I feel and sometimes it's
Hard just to look at you
My heart is in my mouth and my stomach — Oh, if you only knew.
The day in January when I first saw you
All the elements of life took on a different hue and I
Felt like a child again
Standing on the beachfront and watching the waves roll
In and thinking to myself "Damn --
This is more beautiful than anything else in this
Great big universe"
But if beauty is your blessing then I
Guess the fear of it is my curse.
I can't talk, I can't call
I can't walk up to you I might fall
There's nothing that I can
Do about it
But whine about it
And wait till I see you again.
Everybody tells me I should just say hi and
Tell you how I'm feeling but that would be lying ‘cause
All the languages known to man couldn't
Come up with a phrase to tell you just how I am right
Now, and it only gets worse, ‘cause
When I'm in your presence my heart feels like it's going to
Burst — you know, that might help because
Then you'd have to see all the things that I could never
Tell to one as pretty as you
It would probably hurt but my problem would finally be through.
Alone in a crowded room
Lots of people here but I might as well be on the
Moon, lost from time and space
Or anywhere else that I can see your face.
All I need is my memory
And the hope that all this could become reality
To my thoughts are you like food to life
Like rainwater, spring, autumn, sweet sunlight
All of what I'm telling you is true, but
Nothing good can come of it until I meet you
All my pretty honeyed lines of rhyme will be
Nothing more than a giant waste of time
All the sentiments that I express don't
Always necessarily spell success
All the deep emotions that I feel will be as
Worthless as the dust underneath my heel.
Until I overcome this fear of rejection, I will
Wallow in my unrequited visual affection.
© 1989 John Brocato
Think about you and I cannot even lace up my
Shoes, let alone my life
Loneliness within me but I guess that that's the price that you
Pay for loving from afar
I don't have the guts to tell you how I feel and sometimes it's
Hard just to look at you
My heart is in my mouth and my stomach — Oh, if you only knew.
The day in January when I first saw you
All the elements of life took on a different hue and I
Felt like a child again
Standing on the beachfront and watching the waves roll
In and thinking to myself "Damn --
This is more beautiful than anything else in this
Great big universe"
But if beauty is your blessing then I
Guess the fear of it is my curse.
I can't talk, I can't call
I can't walk up to you I might fall
There's nothing that I can
Do about it
But whine about it
And wait till I see you again.
Everybody tells me I should just say hi and
Tell you how I'm feeling but that would be lying ‘cause
All the languages known to man couldn't
Come up with a phrase to tell you just how I am right
Now, and it only gets worse, ‘cause
When I'm in your presence my heart feels like it's going to
Burst — you know, that might help because
Then you'd have to see all the things that I could never
Tell to one as pretty as you
It would probably hurt but my problem would finally be through.
Alone in a crowded room
Lots of people here but I might as well be on the
Moon, lost from time and space
Or anywhere else that I can see your face.
All I need is my memory
And the hope that all this could become reality
To my thoughts are you like food to life
Like rainwater, spring, autumn, sweet sunlight
All of what I'm telling you is true, but
Nothing good can come of it until I meet you
All my pretty honeyed lines of rhyme will be
Nothing more than a giant waste of time
All the sentiments that I express don't
Always necessarily spell success
All the deep emotions that I feel will be as
Worthless as the dust underneath my heel.
Until I overcome this fear of rejection, I will
Wallow in my unrequited visual affection.
© 1989 John Brocato