Hey There, Delilah

It's a perfect day and we're sitting on the couch.
Everyone is so happy but I'm feeling like a grouch.
My friend sits in love and says it with guitar.
I have been so close, but I've never felt so far.
He plays "Hey there, Delilah" till his fingers start to bleed,
that's the kind of dedication that I feel I really need.

Three years come to pass, I don't see him anymore.
I see her from time to time, but I never know what for.
I wish she saw him play, all those years ago,
I wish she saw his love, I wish that she could know.
The beauty of the scene I couldn't see until right now.
Things had fell apart and I couldn't tell you how.

None of us were close but it filled me with despair
That they faded oh so far from 'haven't got a care'.
I pray but for a minute that he'll play guitar again.
I hope to see the love that I saw so clear back then.
Love will come and go, but I saw it in it's prime.
The love that was so pure was eroded just by time.