He walks in with flowers in his hand Chardonnay under city lights Well-dressed like love still has a plan Something old-school in his eyes I watch him from across the room Thinking how lucky she must be Whoever gets those roses soon Gets something rare, not easy If that were me, I'd never look away I'd choose him every single day I'd read the poetry in all his plans In his flowers, in his Chardonnay If that were me, I'd stay I follow shadows down the street Watch him smile, kind and warm She's scrolling through her phone, bored and cold While he's still trying to perform Then she stands up, leaves him there Roses fading in the air If that were me, I'd never look away I'd listen to every word he'd say I'd hold that moment in my hands In his flowers, in his Chardonnay If that were me, I'd stay I think about crossing the room Pulling that empty chair real close Saying something soft and true Just to give his heart some hope But courage doesn't show its face So I let the moment break If that were me, I'd find a way But it's not me, not today He walks his road, I walk mine Two hearts passing by With flowers And Chardonnay