But Not For Me

They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star's above
But not for me

With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of gray
Than any russian play
Could guarantee

I was a fool to fall
And get that way
Hi ho! alas!
And also, lackaday!

Although i can't dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess
She's not for me

It all began so well
But what an end
This is the time
A fellow needs a friend

When every happy plot
Ends with a the marriage knot
And there's
No knot for me

(Harry Connick, Jr - When Harry Met Sally)



Definitely a very sad-depressed song...
But this is the question I've asked my self once too many times...
Is that true? All of those things.. are not for me? - sigh -