I knocked on your door   I knocked on your door   Is this the type of thing one takes medicine for?    You know a girl for every name    And I know maybe four   And my friends are your friends   But your friends aren’t my friends      I saw you with your eyes closed and I kept looking   I saw you with your mouth open and I kept gaping   I grabbed you by the collar, my hand still shaking, and said “Won’t you be my neighbor?”      Won’t you be my neighbor?      I found you through the telephone   You were running through the wires   Up broken stairs   In Sunday clothes      We sat so close   We sat so close singing quietly   I couldn’t help but stare   Your wrists seemed perfect for my hands      Don’t let me be only a song in the air      You would find me time consuming   You would find me burdening and   You would find me upside down on your front lawn    Singing “You’re the only one, you’re the one.”