Each time i see a crowd of people
just like a fool i stop and stare
it's really not the proper thing to do
but maybe you'll be there
I go out walking after midnight
longing and lonely, a sad affair
it's not the time and place to look for you
but maybe you'll be there
you said your arms would always hold
you said your lips were mine alone to kiss
now after all those things you told me
how could it end like this?
Someday when all my prayers are answered
i'll hear a footstep on the stairs
my anxious heart will bring me to the door
And maybe you'll be there
-Diana Krall
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