• As you play your guitar,
    And i sing along,
    I can't help wondering,
    Is there something else,
    Something more than friendship.

    You bring out a candle,
    And put it next to us on the dark porch,
    And i can't help but smile,
    Because i know and you know,
    That we want this to be more,
    More than what it is.

    And as i leave,
    I want to hug you,
    But i know its not right.
    We are just friends,
    I tell myself.

    And when i walk home,
    In the darkness,
    I find myself missing you,
    And you'll never know,
    I want this to be more,
    More than friendship.