I'm lying on a Tuesday morningnwith nothing right to saynand living in a piece that saves mennow there's something in the waynnBelieve me when I say to younthere's nothing I can doncause in my head a song is playingnmaybe a song for your dismaynbut I'm not strong enough to close that doornbut I try and walk awaynnBelieve me when I say to younthere's nothing I can donI tell myself that the smile she gives are not for menbut so our little smile is all I havennAnd I'm gonna try to keep this feeling for you at some distancenbut the sweetness of your face is what I'll findnand I guess it's time I found my spot in linennThe time I spend with you is played nownto all the words that I can't saynand I don't think that I can last much longernIn this role I have to playnnBut believe me when I say to younthere's nothing I can donbut tell myself that the smile she gives are not for menbut so our little smile is all I havennAnd I'm gonna try to keep this feeling for you at some distancenbut the sweetness of your face is what I'll findnAnd then tell myself the smiles she gives are not for menbut so our little smiles is all I havennAnd I'm gonna try to keep this feeling for you at some distancenbut the sweetness of your face is what I'll findnAnd I guess it's time I found my spot in linenOne day I'll find my spot in line