I was your best pull-him-aside-and-divide-his-heart-in-a-mess
I try to forget the rest
I was trying to understand things that you said
Oh well, they parade in my head
As I lie awake in my bed
And oh, a hundred to one
Its hard to believe
Youd pocket sunday offering
But maybe Im just seeing things
Parting pending, wait for the ending reprise
I sign off in disguise, a sad wave/silent goodbye
And oh you love what you want
And hate what you need
Things are not quite happening
How we thought it was meant to be
Fare thee well and Ill miss you most
When I travel alone or sing a two part song
I hope you find what you wont