First chance I get, I'll be standing on your doorstep, wondering if you're up this time of night. And the next thing that you know, I'll be right there outside your window with a Boombox in my hand like it was 1989. Though I never had a problem with sharing how I'm feeling, this time I'm not so sure what I should say. But the next time that I'm leaving I'll try giving you a reason, a reason that you'd wish that I could stay 'cause I've been feeling superstitious, I've been setting my alarms, I've been making wishes every single shooting star. And I'll hop on a bus, jump on a plane or take my car. Buy a one way ticket to wherever you are, near or far. Cmin You're always here in my heart. Near or far. Cmin You're always here in my heart.