Going back to the corner
Where I first saw you
Gunna camp in my sleeping bag
I'm not gunna move
I grab my bag, and make sure I have everything.
Her face flashes into my mind.
"Fang give me five years, and if we're both single and looking for someone go to the corner, if I'm in the same situation I'll be there" She had promised.
I set my sleeping bag up and sit, waiting.
Got some words on cardboard,
Got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl
Can you tell her where I am?
I look around at the other people, and see there signs, I see the one I prepared earlier, just in case she didn't recognize me, but I prayed she did.
"Fang Ride. Looking for this girl, if you see her, tell her I'm here" It reads, an old picture is pasted on.
Some try to hand me money
They don't understand
I'm not broke
I'm just a broken hearted man.
A man walks by, and eyes me sympathetically. He hands me five dollars, I shake my head at him.
"Sir I don't need money" I insist.
He smiles kindly, "Don't worry sir I know what you're going through" He says pressing it into my hands, I start to protest, but he walks off, leaving me alone again.
I know it makes no sense
But what else can I do?
how can I move on
When I'm still in love with you
A girl walks by, and reads my sign. That can't be Max. My Max had blonde hair, her hair is red.
"Poor baby" She says smirking
"Why don't we go get coffee and you can tell me all about this girl?" She suggests winking.
I shake my head, I haven't been on a date in years, five years to be exact.
Cause if one day you wake up
And find that your missing me
And your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be
thinking maybe you'll come back
to the place that we'd meet
and you'll see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street…
I close my eyes and imagine you in the car listening to the radio, when our song comes on, you think of me and remember our agreement, you'll put your car in reverse, and drive here from wherever you are. Wherever you went without me
So I'm not moving,
I'm not moving
I'm not moving yeahhh
A teenage boy walks by,
"Sir? Would you mind scooting over for a second, I need to see something?" He asks me nervously.
"I can't move" I say simply, this is where we met this is where I told her I would be.
The boy gives me a weird look, and walks over to a man and gestures at me.
Policeman says "Son you can't stay here"
I say, "There's someone I'm waiting for"
"If it's a day, a month, or year"
The man walks over to me, and I see the flash of his badge.
"Son, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to move" He requests.
"I can't" I reply.
"Why?" He questions me, sighing.
"I'm waiting for someone" I say
"Well when it gets closer to the time come back, your causing an interruption" He says forcefully.
"I don't know when she'll be here though" I argue. The policeman sighs.
"Okay you can stay" He says walking back to the boy
I gotta stand my ground
Even if it rains or snows
Cause if she changes her mind
This is the first place she would go
The sky rumbles, and rain suddenly starts falling, I pull out my umbrella and prop it up. Knowing Max, she would come when she came, screw the rain. If she decided she's coming, she'll come straight here.
(Skip Repeated Chorus)
People talk about the guy,
Who's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world
People walk by me all the time, pointing and taking pictures, and telling their friends. I don't care though, maybe one of them knows Max, then she'll come and I will be complete again.
And maybe I'll get famous
As the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to
But you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
Cause you know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved, I'm the man who can't be-\
I've made it on newspapers now, and the news, they tried to talk to me but I refused, I just prayed you were watching. Hoped you would come cause you knew I was there.
(Chrous again)
I'm going back to the corner
Where I first saw you
Gunna camp In my sleeping bag
I'm not gunna move…..
It's almost been 5 months, people are bored of me, I'm almost out of supplies, I know you're not coming. It's time to move on. I pick up my sleeping back and roll it up, I start to walk away, and I leave a part of me there, a part I'll never get back. I don't turn around nor do I never turn back, but if I had, it would have all been different, if I had turned around, I would see a blonde girl with brown streaks in her hair, dirty and mangy, from going half way across the world, to meet the man, who she lived her whole life thinking, never showed up, when in truth, he had.
Author's note.
Random thing I wrote, put my phone on shuffle and did a song fic on the song. So review if you liked it I guess? (:
Thanks!
Fly on!