The man next door Walks around his loft, I hear some jazz in the background The cadence rolls in, he doesn't know what he's sorry for Maybe endless searches for the one love who can't be found And the man next door sometimes cries I see him on the stair, gives me a look smothered by sighs But he picks himself up and doesn't let his hope die And asks "oh God above, why?" It's not easy at all To see your aging face, day by day When all you're doing is trying not to fall But that song of love brings just smoke, so to say And clouds the judgment of those so eager to get over Of devotion and departures, no one was told So I guess it's easier to rely on a four-leaf clover And take a seat, just watch it all unfold The man next door Told me not to believe what they all say It isn't easy to find what you're searching for Because he tried so hard to make it work, come what may And he's drowned his sorrows in one too many glasses of wine Dreaming of someone who without him is just fine But he picks himself up and doesn't let his hope die And says "Oh God above, let me cry"