More Than a Friend

the door is closed but you still make the time you drop lots of hints but won't speak your mind the ceiling fan hums as it does its spin we're back to the start...back where we began you sing a cappella and I pick up the tune but the moment is lost and it's over too soon we pick different partners and hit the dance floor we've minutes to play and I'm keeping the score I want more than a friend--someone to stick around the smile on your face gets replaced by a frown you whisper in my ear as light fades from the day I put words in your mouth that you'll never say you'd walk a mile to see how far I'll go never asking the questions that most want to know we run the race but neither one of us wins the water now stagnant underneath the bridge