She drew a heart upon his paper cup nBut the crayon faded nHe wrote a note, dropped it in her bag nBut she thought it was a receipt nnHim and her nAnd the distance nHey, I'm losing you nShame it can't be technicolor and work out nLike a popcorn movie would nnShe fashions up the way he might like nBut she leaves the pricetag on nHe finally drives to her house one night nBut there is nobody home nAnd at the same time he's looking for her nShe's looking for himnHe's trying everything nAt the same time he's looking for hernShe's searching for him nnRetrace your steps and you'll find each other nEyes bloodshot with trying