If We Try
Love's Anticipation: Exploring the Depths of Connection in Don McLean's 'If We Try'
Lyrics
When I see you on the street, I lose my concentration.
Encountering you on the street disrupts my focus.
Just the thought that we might meet, creates anticipation.
The anticipation of a potential meeting occupies my thoughts.
Won't you look my way, one before you go,
Request to catch your attention before you leave.
and my eyes will say, what you ought to know.
Expression through eyes about something crucial.
Well, I've been thinkin' about you day and night
Continuous contemplation of you day and night.
an' I don't know if it'll work out right.
Uncertainty about the outcome of these thoughts.
But somehow I think that it just might, if we try.
An optimistic feeling that efforts might lead to success if we attempt.
Faces come and faces go, in circular rotation.
People come and go in a cyclical manner.
But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.
An inner desire to surpass mere infatuation.
Won't you look my way, one before you go,
Repeated plea to get attention before departure.
and my eyes will say, what you ought to know.
Reiteration of expressing important information through eyes.
Well, you got me standin' deaf and blind.
Feeling helpless and oblivious due to the impact of love.
'Cause I see love as just a state of mind.
Perceiving love as a mental state.
And who knows what it is that we might find, if we try.
The uncertainty of what could be discovered if we make an effort.
You're walkin' a different direction from most people I've met.
Notable deviation from the usual path others take.
You're givin' me signs of affection I don't usually get.
Receiving unusual signs of affection not commonly experienced.
I don't want you to pledge your future, the future's not yours to give.
Discouraging the commitment of future promises.
Just stand there a little longer and let me watch while you live.
A desire to observe and appreciate life without long-term commitments.
'Cause when I see you on the street, I lose my concentration.
Repetition of the impact of encountering you on the street.
Just the thought that we might meet, creates anticipation.
Reiteration of the anticipatory thoughts about a potential meeting.
Won't you look my way, one before you go,
Request for attention before departure, echoing earlier lines.
and my eyes will say, what you ought to know.
Repeated emphasis on conveying important information through eyes.
Well, I've been thinkin' about you day and night
Continued contemplation about the person day and night.
an' I don't know if it'll work out right.
Uncertainty persists about the outcome of these thoughts.
But somehow I think that it just might, if we try.
Retaining a sense of optimism that efforts might lead to success if attempted.
Somehow I think that it just might, if we try.
Reiteration of the hopeful belief that success is possible if we try.
Yes, somehow I think that it just might, if we try.
Emphasis on the belief that success is possible through concerted effort.
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