Maybe you were behind me On some crowded New Year's Eve When I was hoping love might find me Before I had to leave As the crowd counted down Were you somewhere around And like me you'd had enough Poor You, Poor Me, Poor Love Maybe you drove by me Even heard my radio Or maybe at the movies When they pulled those lights down low But where was love on that day Did she look the wrong way Make us feel like giving up Poor You, Poor Me, Poor Love My true love is like the needle in the hay I'm always waiting for the moment That you cross my way I'll be searching til that day But our eyes never met And our lips never touched So I curse the skies above Poor You, Poor Me, Poor Love Poor You, Poor Me, Poor Love Poor You, Poor Me, Poor all that we could be Poor You, Poor Me, Poor Love