I once knew a man
Who lived alone.
Going through old records
And waiting by the phone.
Never unhappy
Busy or blue.
But love was out there
Was all he knew.
I've seen a girl
Lose a race or two.
She never let it get her
But felt the round true.
I see touches
Balls of padded shine.
And every man around her thinking
I wish that girl were mine.