Magical connections, genuine affections
Parallel directions in between the lines
Just two kids that made it, never knowing why
Chances are created underneath your mind

On a windy street or a subway seat
It's not a sunshine
When two people meet and speechlessly
Are spaced right out of time
And it's what they've dreamed about
Mercy me, it's so far out
And with each new person there's a new first time

Strangers on a train, fate arranged a meeting
Somewhere two spots of rain, two umbrellas beating
Magical connections, genuine affections
Parallel directions in between the lines

Why, why try to be otherwise
Why, why try to be otherwise
Why, why try to be otherwise
Why...