This was written for my daughter, Amy, when she was 14 

years old. I remembered what it was like to be a boy in 

love, and unable to say so. I realized that all the 

awkwardness and unrequited passion of high school days 

remain unchanged from generation to generation.



Saw you standing in the cafeteria line

I'd have given the world just to make you mine

Saw you at your locker, in the high school hall

And it didn't take a minute for my heart to fall



When you hear a sound like broken glass

That's my heart every time that girl walks past

When you hear a sound like the rush of wind

It's just me catching my breath again



Saw you on the bus, on the way back home

You were sitting so pretty, sitting all alone

Couldn't think of anything much to say

Except I'll love you forever, 'til my dying day



When you hear a sound like broken glass

That's my heart every time that girl walks past

When you hear a sound like the rush of wind

It's just me catching my breath again



Seeing her now makes me think of then

And I remember how and I remember when

You'd go to a party hoping that she'd show

Then you'd dance in the darkness to Abbey Road



When you hear a sound like broken glass

That's my heart every time that girl walks past 

When you hear a sound like the rush of wind 

It's just me catching my breath again