Why are you so far away?   Even when you're standing next to me   You eyes give you away   Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking      And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler   With a boombox out in the street   And I'll be there if you need someone   Even if he isn't me      Lying in your bed   As lights dance across the ceiling   I listen to you breathe   Toss and turn in your sleep   And I wish that you'd believe      That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler   With a boombox out in the street   And I'll be there if you need someone   Even if he isn't me      There's a Norman Rockwell painting   Two kids sitting on a bench   It reminds me of all the stupid things   I'd like for us to share   But I don't care