Lyrics

Stand outside your front door,
watch as the cars go by.
Dreaming about your soft warm hands,
thinking about your wandering eyes.
"It's not you, it's me" you'd said,
yea, I've heard that one before.
I know every word and the meaning beneath,
before you open that door.

Now don't get me wrong,
but I don't need another friend,
and I don't want to be your 'brother'
I'm not your ace in the hole,
not your back-up plan,
and I'm NOT one of the others!

Thinking about all the words we said,
wondering if I might catch a clue.
If I had to choose between me and him,
now who's to say I might choose him too.
"I don't want to lose this thing we have".
Well, I've heard that one before.
If this ain't love, then it's something else
and that's something I ain't looking for...

(Chorus)