He was a boy, she was a girl. That's where the story ends. Without a teat they parted ways and now and ever since then they lived happy. Breathing's automatic.
He loves the rain, she loves cocaine and none of them loves Neil Young. He's been away she's been around; in different ways they lived happy. Breathing's automatic They live happy, breathing 'til they don't.
Who would've thought we'd lose before we started playing The game is up, words have all been said. Light and gloves are resting on your lap. Who would've though we were the monkey and the preacher, tired and sad redemption wasn't bigger. I only pray for you, for you, for you.
Early Sunday morning By the sound of the bell I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare I walk you to the station With your suitcase in my hands All is well just as long as the lights are on And no one asks you It's like you said Sometimes you pretend And sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone I don't know Maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing When your mother gave you away You just couldn't say a word Welcome home Now the world looks new to you But it turns faster Way much faster Like you said Sometimes you pretend And sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes
