i met this young girl she was waiting for you in the dusty morning she sat waiting for you the sun came up and she had nothing to lose so i sat down by her to find out what she knew she pulled an old tattered picture of you drawing her finger over one she once knew there is nothing like this unrequited love try as i might i cannot fight it out and she stared and i find myself picking up lies till there s nothing else and i find myself hoping for lies