She gets in from work, takes off her coat

Sits down hard and lights a smoke,

Slips off her shoes

She's thinking just how'd nice it be

To have someone to rub her feet,

And just to talk to

And mama, she don't understand, w

Hy she can't seem to find a man

She says, "are you even tryin'?"

Oh but it's true what they say about good men,

They're either gay, married or just wanna be friends

Makes a girl feel like cryin'.

Jaded, tried and sick of the whole damn thing

It just seems cruel to think that she might be

So close.

Just three doors down and one floor up,

He pours some wine in a coffee cup, turns the tv on

He tells himself it could be worse,

He's got his friends and he's got his work,

It ain't so bad alone.

When his younger brothers done got kids, a dog, a cat and a privacy fence,

And a pretty wife, a bed to match his sheets

And the kids call him uncle and he's glad they do,

But he always hurts a little bit too,

'cuz lately, he's afraid that's all he's ever gonna be.

Jaded, tried and sick of the whole damn thing

It just seems cruel to think that he might be

So close.

The elevator stops, they both get on,

She fumbles in her purse, he's on the phone,

And their eyes never even meet

And it's sad to think they look so hard,

And it's all right there in that elevator car,

Hmm, the irony, so close.

Yeah, yeah

So close

Yeah yeah yeah yeah...

So close.