Ooh, I should have stayed away
but I just wasn't able.
I wandered down the street
back to that same old table.
From the very first time that I walked in
somehow I knew that I'd be back again.
Though I don't even know your name
I'm in love with you just the same.
Maybe some people wouldn't call it love.
I don't know a better word to use.
I've tried so hard to understand it.
I spent the night writing this song for you.
I fell in love with you at the foot of the stage
of an Irish pub on Bourbon Street.
I couldn't believe how you played guitar
and the way you sang knocked me off my feet.
With every note you played your eyes shown with confidence.
I wondered what it would be like to know you.
You sang painful songs of love and broken hearts.
And I don't even know your name.
And you didn't see me at all.
I was just a face in a faceless crowd.
Everything was so dark and loud.
The bright lights were in your eyes.
They blinded you, and somehow they blinded me too.
A pretty face can make you think all kinds of things,
can make you wonder what the hell you're doing.
I've got a wife I love and a family.
I've got plenty of friends, but sometimes I feel so lonely.
But I don't even know your name.
And I'll never see you again.
Sometimes passion's just a fleeting moment.
It makes me want to reach out and hold it.
I probably wouldn't know your face tomorrow,
so I wrote this song to always remind me of you.
Maybe someday you'll hear it on the radio.
You'll look me up and give me a call.
With hesitation I'll admit that you're the one,
just before I tell you goodbye.
Because I don't even know your name
and it never could be the same.
Mark Sebring (Mid 1980s)
"One day back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry,
and as we pulled out there was another ferry pulling in,
and on it there was a girl waiting to get off.
A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol.
I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all.
But I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl."
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I've got plenty of friends, but sometimes I feel so lonely."
This song reveals that sometimes what we call "love" is actually just attraction. I wrote it in
a New Orleans hotel room in the middle of the night and didn't show it to anyone for years.