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You told me that you had to go |
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You said you could not stay here |
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That being here just made you sad |
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For sunshine, ships and easy land |
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And you miss the pretty things you had |
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So what am I to tell you |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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And what's that secret sorrow that you're carrying |
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You said you were not born to win |
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But I don't think you mean it |
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That you think you'd better live alone |
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And gather people one by one |
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Oh, but when each new day is done |
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Will you turn and face my window |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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And what's that secret sorrow that you're carrying |
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As the day begins to fade |
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Electric lamps, they trick you |
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Into seeing faces on the wall |
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Old memories that you recall |
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And you're afraid you'll lose them all |
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And the promises they made you |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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And what's that secret sorrow that you're carrying |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
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Why are you leaving |
