Lyric

"Just making up the numbers," that’s what they said

I should have stayed at home and gone to bed

Can’t even meet a single person’s eye

Where’s the fun in this? I’m just a passerby

Emptying my glass for the three-or-fourth time

Planning my escape from this pointless pantomime

Just as I was turning to walk out the door

I felt a soft call, one I couldn't ignore

I turned around—and there you were

Talking and laughing without any pause

Winning me over with no hidden cause

Your velvety voice was a sweet, dizzying wine

I was getting drunk on a feeling so fine

The party was over, it was time to depart

"I can finally go," I said to my heart

But I stumbled a bit, losing my grip

Leaning on you as my senses would slip

I turned around—and there you were

A wallflower shouldn’t be dreaming this way

Better to keep all the shadows at bay

But I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m losing the fight

Drowning in the magic of this city light

Because every time I turn around

There you are

A seat filler's luck

A wallflower's dream

There you were