Standing by the Door

I see you standing by the door,
A picture of indecision,
Not sure whether
You are coming
Or you’re going,
Looking kind of lost
And maybe a little lonely,
And my heart
Goes out to you
Because I’ve been there myself.
I know what it is like
Wanting more than anything
To find someone else,
But the more we seem to want it
The harder it is to find.