Anything She Does
You Know,
You Decorate the Garage Wall,
Hang in People's Halls,
Live in Secret Drawers,
If You Could Look Around You,
Wonder What You'd See.
Fiction.
That's All You Really Are I Know,
Editorial Dreams.
They Can't Make You Real,
Tell Me Where You Came From,
And Where You're Going To.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Know Her,
Or Be the Cause of Anything She Does.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Hold Her.
Do You Think This Aching Could Be Love?
Oh You Know,
You've Figured in Some Fantasies.
You Would Not Believe,
What You've Had to Do,
Life Goes On Around You All Because of You.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Know Her,
Or Be the Cause of Anything She Does.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Hold Her.
Do You Think This Aching Could Be Love?
You Know,
That in Twenty Years Or More,
You Still Look the Same
As You Do Today.
You'll Still Be a Young Girl,
When I'm Old and Grey.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Know Her,
Or Be the Cause of Anything She Does.
I Won't Ever, no I'll Never Get to Hold Her.
Do You Think This Aching Could Be Love?
Cualquier cosa que ella haga
Sabes,
Decoras la pared del garaje,
Cuelgas en los pasillos de la gente,
Vives en cajones secretos,
Si pudieras mirar a tu alrededor,
Te preguntarías qué verías.
Ficción.
Eso es todo lo que realmente eres, lo sé,
Sueños editoriales.
No pueden hacerte real,
Dime de dónde vienes,
Y hacia dónde vas.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a conocerla,
O ser la causa de cualquier cosa que ella haga.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a abrazarla.
¿Crees que este dolor podría ser amor?
Oh, sabes,
Has aparecido en algunas fantasías.
No creerías,
Lo que has tenido que hacer,
La vida sigue a tu alrededor todo por ti.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a conocerla,
O ser la causa de cualquier cosa que ella haga.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a abrazarla.
¿Crees que este dolor podría ser amor?
Sabes,
Que en veinte años o más,
Seguirás viéndote igual
Que hoy.
Seguirás siendo una joven,
Cuando yo sea viejo y gris.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a conocerla,
O ser la causa de cualquier cosa que ella haga.
Nunca, no, nunca llegaré a abrazarla.
¿Crees que este dolor podría ser amor?