If I had known you better I could probably get my money back From that old preacher and his organist who said she knew my dad When we were younger and you promised me that you would wear my ring But you were 14 years behind the time when you can mean such things But I will hold on with my open hands But I will hold on with my open hands And I suppose I should decide what I can do with all your clothes And closets full of all the places you and I will never go Is it misguided that I can recall the day you left my bed And asked your mom and dad if maybe you could stay with them instead But I will hold on with my open hands But I will hold on with my open hands