She remembers conversations
In the pages of her mind
The funny things they laughed about
Gone away with time
People at a marketplace
With bookmarked memories
Only wishes she was near
Brings her to her knees
You could be in a crowded room
And be the only one
Feeling like a number
Instead of number one
Sit inside her living room
Waiting for the day
Waiting for the dawn
That never comes your way
They remember all the laughter
And the things they used to share
Sad to say the game of love
Is never really fair
How do those words get spoken?
And where do they come from?
You smile with a heart that's broke
And nothing's come undone
You could be in a crowded room
And be the only one
Feeling like a number
Instead of number one