| I sense there’s something in the wind |
| It feels like tragedy’s at hand |
| And though I’d like to stand by him |
| Can’t shake this feeling that I have |
| The worst is just around the bend |
| And does he notice my feelings for him? |
| And will he see how much he means to me? |
| I think it’s not to be |
| What will become of my dear friend? |
| Where will his actions lead us then? |
| Although I’d like to join the crowd |
| In their enthusiastic cloud |
| Try as I may, it doesn’t last |
| And will we ever end up together? |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| And will we ever end up together? |
| No, I think not |
| It’s never to become |
| For I am not the one |