You went walking now down by the beach
Until your feet would no longer
Until your hands were no longer
You were always now just out of reach
If only my arms were longer
Then maybe I could wait longer
But I just could not leave Washington Street
No, I just could not leave
While I was in love with the occupant of the second-floor apartment
And you know I'd love to earn your trust
But that's not my department, is it now?
There's a man upstairs with a ring on his hand
Who thinks he has you
Who hopes he has you still
But I just could not leave Washington Street
No, I just could not leave
While I was in love with the occupant of the second-floor apartment
And you know I'd love to earn your trust
But that's not my department, is it now?
Memories of us are walking through snow
Maybe I just had no way to know
That all these footprints on Washington Street
Would melt down into the sea
While I was in love with the one who's truth does lie
Deep beneath her shoreline
And you know I'd love to be your one
But I don't think I could be, one of two
If you knew
There's a man down there who knows not what he has
Who thinks he has you