To say that I was disappointed
Is less than is the truth
It seems so sad to say goodbye
To something we both knew
Ideals which you based this plan on
Have been lost on the way
When I think of what we used to share
I sometimes have to close my eyes and sway
My youthful vigor had its price
And now I wish I held my tongue
Ride in the pushback with no hands
Seems quite a natural thing to do when you're young
I'd like to think you'd change your tune
But if you did, what could I say?
When a broken promise stings badly
You sometimes have to close your eyes and just...
Sway sway sway sway sway
