She said to me, over the phone She wanted to see other people I thought, well then Look around, they’re everywhere Said that she was confused I thought, darlin’, join the club 24 years old, mid-life crisis Nowadays hits you when you’re young I hung up, she called back, I hung up again The process had already started Least it happened quick I swear I died inside that night A friend, he’d called, I didn’t mention a thing The last thing he said was “be sound”, sound I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit I just thought those would be such appropriate last words But, I’m still here, and small So small, how could this trouble seam so big So big Well the palms in the breeze still blow green And the waves in the sea still absolute blue But the horror Every single thing I see is a reminder of her Never thought I’d curse the day I met her And since she’s gone, and wouldn’t hear Who would care What good would that do But I’m still here So I imagine in a month or 12 I’ll be somewhere having a drink Laughing at a stupid joke Or just another stupid thing And I can see myself stopping short Drifting out of the present Sucked by the under tow and pulled out deep And there I am standing Wet grass and white head stones, all in rows And in the distance there’s one off on it’s own So I stop, kneel My new home And I picture a sober awakening A re-entry into this little bar scene Sip my drink till the ice hits my lip Order another round And that’s it for now Sorry, never been too good at happy endings...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.