Five Years.

Have you ever met someone at the absolutely worse time possible? I wrote this about someone specfic, though I’ll let a little mystery hang over this one. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a time machine and flash-forward in time?

He’s the boy I’d like to meet five years from now
Meeting again on a crowded city street where I could see
He’s got his life all figured out
There’s so much he could be, so much he could do
It makes me just want to scream out, “I see the potential in you”

I dream of all the possibilities
That could lie ahead for that boy and me
Maybe we’ll meet again on a street corner
Maybe our eyes will find each other in a smoky corridor
We’ll both be different people, but will have finally met in the middle
In five years

It’ll be like meeting for the first time
And we’ll both know it feels right
And I’ll tell him how happy I am to see him again
He’ll be a man, but still have that playful, boyish grin

I dream of all the possibilities
That could lie ahead for that boy and me
Maybe we’ll meet again on a street corner
Maybe our eyes will find each other in a smoky corridor
We’ll both be different people, but will have finally met in the middle
In five years

When he looks at me, one thing will still be the same
Those brown eyes will still take my breath away

I dream of all the possibilities
That could lie ahead for that boy and me
Maybe we’ll meet again on a street corner
Maybe our eyes will find each other in a smoky corridor
We’ll both be different people, but will have finally met in the middle
In five years

I dream of all the possibilities
That could lie ahead for that boy and me
Maybe we’ll meet again on a street corner
Maybe our eyes will find each other in a smoky corridor
We’ll both be different people, but will have finally met in the middle
In five years

For the next five years, I’ll smile when I turn
Past every street corner

[Photo via Sabino]