You never did belong to me,
Nor I to you.
But there was something in your smile,
That seemed so good and true.
I'll always hold you in my heart,
And wish upon a star.
That one day someway you'll be the angel,
That I believe you are.
But after all these silent days,
The score remains the same.
And probably your passing thoughts
Never say or think my name.
When your glory days are over,
And you've done the things you must do.
If by chance, you happen back my way,
I'll be here, waiting for you.