Lloyd Dobbler

Why are you so far away? Even when you're standing next to me Your eyes give you away Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler With a boombox out in the street And I'll be there if you need someone Even if he isn't me Lying in your bed As lights dance across the ceiling I listen to you breathe Toss and turn in your sleep And I wish that you'd believe That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler With a boombox out in the street And I'll be there if you need someone Even if he isn't me There's a Norman Rockwell painting Two kids sitting on a bench It reminds me of all the stupid things I'd like for us to share But I don't care