I look at you and see 
My life that might have been: 
Your face just ghostly in the smoke. 
They`re setting fire to the cornfields 
As you`re taking me home. 
The smell of burning fields 
Will now mean you and here. 

This is where I want to be. 
This is what I need. 
This is where I want to be. 
This is what I need. 
This is where I want to be, 
But I know that this will never be mine. 

Ooh, the thrill and the hurting. 
The thrill and the hurting. 
I know that this will never be mine. 

I want you as the dream, 
Not the reality. 
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me, 
But I`m looking back over my shoulder 
At you, happy without me. 

This is where I want to be. 
This is what I need. 
This is where I want to be. 
This is what I need. 
This is where I want to be, 
But I know that this will never be mine. 

Ooh, the thrill and the hurting 
Will never be mine. 
The thrill and the hurting, 
It will never be mine. 
It can never be. 
The thrill and the hurting 
Will never be mine.