Lloyd Dobbler

Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me.
Your 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.