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She will always go |
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Every time this story's told |
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I know it won't ever change |
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No matter how I rearrange; |
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I can't make this story bend |
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Or head it off before it ends, |
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We all have stories, I suppose, |
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But in mine she always goes. |
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Well, sometimes I like to say |
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That I'm a different man today |
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Not the one that she recalls, |
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She never really knew me at all; |
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Then other times I might pretend |
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We're both the same as we were then, |
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I see her wearing my old clothes |
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But in the end she always goes |
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But I couldn't make her stay |
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That's just the way it was, |
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But I relieve it everyday |
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And sometimes you'd be amazed, |
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In my mind she almost does. |
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You can call it what you will |
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But a story's yours until |
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The one who knows it well as you |
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Says she's got a story too; |
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But this one I'll tell my way |
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Although I change it day to day, |
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We all have dreams that fade, God knows |
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And in mine she always goes. |
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But this one I'll tell my way |
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Although I change it day to day, |
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We all have dreams that fade, God knows |
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And in mine she always goes. |
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We all have dreams that fade, God knows |
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And in mine she always goes. |
