WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
She was smiling in the sun at a sidestreet café
She had a love in her eyes and an ease in her way
Like her soul was lit up, her heart rung like a bell
I’ll never know her name but I remember her well
People you’re passing on the street
They’re the friends you may never meet
And everybody’s paid the cost
Of a little sweet loss
In a downstairs honky tonk, a kindly old gentleman
Sitting at a table alone, a picture of a dog in his hand
He wiped away a tear and I’ll never know just why
What thought going through his head was enough to make him cry
People you’re passing on the street
They’re the friends you may never meet
And everybody’s paid the cost
Of a little sweet loss
There’s something going on forever in everything around
Connecting everyone, every sight and sound
I can see through a glass darkly but someday face to face
What do I hope to find by the end of this race
Looking out from a black and white picture that itself is fifty years old
Sitting at a desk in St. Louis talking on the radio
A girl of twenty-five, she hopes to realize her dreams
She and I are not so different, there’s just some time and space between
People you’re passing on the street
They’re the friends you may never meet
And everybody’s paid the cost
Of a little sweet loss
It’s a little sweet loss
© 2001 Owen Temple Music (BMI)