Special

I wrote your name on the subway

with a marker I stole from the drugstore

I don't steal much, but sometimes I cave in

I put a picture of you on the dashboard

and I thought all night as I drove,

"Well, even St. Christopher needs some company sometimes."

The mailman thinks I'm lonely,

and the grocer thinks I'm lonely,

and the crossing guard won't raise her sign for me

Blue is the color of a boy who misses you

The mailman thinks you're special

and the grocer thinks you're special

Everyone thinks you're special, and I do too

Blue is the color of a boy who misses you...