Walked past your place for weeks and years,
Peering in with hopes and fears.
Halfway down that quiet street,
My heart would race, missing a beat.
I was sixteen, stuck on the block,
I was in love, too scared to knock.
Staring up at your window light,
Just frozen there in the middle of the night.
Walking away beneath the moon,
Whistling a bittersweet little tune.
I was sixteen, stuck on the block,
I was in love, too scared to knock.
I kept my distance, held my breath,
Scared of rejection half to death.
I never found the guts back then,
To walk right up and just step in.
I was sixteen, stuck on the block,
I was in love, too scared to knock.