Wouldn't it be great if everything was fine?
Wouldn't it be great if I knew what to do?
But you don't,and I don't too...

I hated it seeing you sitting there crying
I hated it when I couldn't say anything to comfort you
All I could do is just sit there and say nothing really
meaningfull
I feel that I didn't help at all
It keeps floating in my mind, that picture:
You, sitting on those stairs talking to me and tears going
down your face
And me - not saying a thing, just sitting there staring at
the floor

So...

Wouldn't it be great if everything was fine?
Wouldn't it be great if I knew what to do?
But I don't,and you don't too....