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The way I see it things have changed, it’s better for me now.
It all began that summer day when the rain came pouring down.
You were being you and I was being me,
But I’ll never forget the way you smiled at me, you smiled at me.
When you dropped your groceries on the floor and I bent to help you out,
You touched my hand, the way you did and I’ll never forget how.
You were you and I was me, and now you’re my one,
And we spent the afternoon in love with someone, and it was you, and it was you.

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Oh, I could have been the king of many things, but now I’m not, because of you.
Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you,
And them things you do, oh, the rhythm of your shoes, I love the way you move.

So on and on those days became the fall,
And I haven’t seen you, woman, not all.
Yeah, I stare out of my window at Greenwich Street today.
Yeah, I hope you come back and walk my way.
Oh, the way you used to walk, remember clear,
Down the ally ways and all around here.
And I hear your shoes on the ground and every day I know,
That you’ll come back soon, I hope you do, I hope you do…I know you will.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I could have been the king of many things but now I’m not, because of you.
Oh, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you,
And them things you do, I hear the rhythm of your shoes…the way you move.

I’m an older man, I’ve lived my days in wonder.
Will she ever come again, will she come again?
I haven’t locked eyes with another.
Oh, I’ve lived my days inside my place, staring out.
Or the way you used to smile and slam my door,
The way you left my room that day, you slammed my door.
And I’ll never forget the sounds of you,
Or the click-clack down the hall, the rhythm of your shoes, of your shoes…
Yeah, of your shoes.

[Chorus]
Oh, I could have been the king of many things, but now I’m not, because of you.
Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I could have been the king of many things, of many things, many things.
Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you, and them things you do.
I hear the rhythm of your shoes, the way you move.

It’s winter now, I could have sworn.
Deep inside my place it’s feeling warm.
Out the corner of my eye I think, I see this woman smiling.
I recognize those eyes, I do.
Or the way you work that sidewalk,
Or the way you walk I know it’s you.
Should I come, or should I say hi, should I tell you hello?
Should I let you know I’ve been waiting here for thirty years?
Should I tell you that I’ve loved you since that summer day?
Should I tell you that you crushed my life when you walked away?
Oh, Should I tell you that you changed me in every single way?
That I could have been somebody, but I was nothing today?
But, no I’ll just sit here, and think about you,
The way you do, the things you do, the walk away…
The rhythm of your shoes.