Even if I never said
I really hope you knew
I felt it when you'd hold my hand
And every time I looked at you
I didn't need to confirm the truth
I already knew
I don't want you to be
Indebted to me
We're getting older every day
But it felt so right
I'm trying not to cry
As I hope
And I wish
And I pray
That some "right" things get to stay
Solo drive at 2am
The long way back home from my friend's
I wanted to tell her everything
How all of you was like a dream
And I couldn't find the words to say
But she knows me well, so it's okay
Pushing sixty, Wasatch Boulevard
Looking over the city at night
It doesn't seem so cold, or seem so hard
Just a little mess of lights
Suddenly I'm by your house
I could find out
How it looked under a dusting of snow
I whispered, as I passed your street
What I should've whispered on the edge of sleep
And I can't help but wonder if you know