[Verse 1] I’m sitting here like every evening, Turning thoughts to melodies. Let the bass run through the silence, Let the hours drift away with me. I pour my feelings into music, Give the things I’m missing sound. I write of love, I write of closeness, While I’m still waiting to be found. And sometimes I see two people dancing To something that was born in me. I watch their eyes begin to meet, Then suddenly they move so naturally. My music seems to bring hearts closer, It speaks of everything I miss. And when the final note is fading, I’m left wondering where mine is. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe you walk the same streets I do. Maybe one day you’ll hear my song. Maybe somewhere between the rhythm You’ll feel where you belong. [Chorus] Where is the one who pulls me close? Like two magnets finally near enough to know. No need to chase, no need to force it, Something between us simply says: now. I write these songs about connection, Watch them pull two strangers into one. While everybody finds each other, I’m still waiting for mine to come. Where are you? Where is the one who pulls me close? [Verse 2] Every day I’m getting older, And life doesn’t wait for me. I see couples on the sidewalks, Some just starting, some with history. They laugh, they fight, they hold each other, Wear their rings and wander home. I collect those little moments, Then make music from them on my own. Maybe somewhere there’s a woman Dancing to a song I made. Maybe she is kissing someone While I’m sitting here again today. Funny how I turn to music Everything that people seem to need. I can make them feel the feeling That I haven’t found for me. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe you got tired of searching. Maybe you stopped believing too. Maybe we’re just two magnetic poles Too far apart to feel the pull come through. [Chorus] Where is the one who pulls me close? Like two magnets finally near enough to know. Two different lives that keep on moving Until something makes them lose control. My music knows that kind of feeling. Sometimes better than I do. It keeps bringing people closer— But it hasn’t brought me you. [Bridge] Maybe every song I’m writing Is another little road to you. Maybe one night you’ll hear one playing And feel the same thing I’ve been feeling too. Maybe we don’t need a grand design, No perfect moment written in the sky. Maybe two people hear the same melody And this time neither passes by. [Final Chorus] Where is the one who pulls me close? Maybe nearer than I’ll ever know tonight. Maybe something’s pulling us already, We’re just not close enough to feel it right. Every day I’m getting older. Every day this life keeps moving on. And I keep writing about love and longing, Putting everything I’m missing into songs. I watch people find each other Inside the music that I write. And maybe there will come an evening When a song won’t be for someone else this time. Maybe you’ll be standing next to me And softly say: “This one is yours and mine.” [Outro] Until then I’m here like every evening. Kick. Hi-hat. One final tone. Writing songs of people finding people— Still waiting for the one that pulls me home.
