It must not mean a lot
Not knowing who it's coming from
But do not write it off
It might lead to a memory not easily forgot
This feeling is waiting
To sweep you off your feet
And my heart is aching
To show you what it believes
My insides now seize
The engine sputters, the cylinders freeze
Please jump-start where I've stalled
For the words in my head have all come to a crawl
This feeling is waiting
To sweep you off your feet
And my heart is aching
To show you what it believes
So many times recited
A script transcribed for you
But the stage of life ever changing
Never lets me realize
The final cue
This feeling is waiting
To sweep you off your feet
And my heart is aching
To show you what it believes
It must not mean a lot
Not knowing who it's coming from