God this is hard, you've had no sleep, You've thought of nothing else for weeks You begin your lines, you thumble with your purse
You don't know what to do And your lie, only made it worse
You can't expect him to understand He's not a saint, he's just a man That you can't change what you did
But if you have forty lives You get it right by the thirty-ninth
You hadn't done it and you tell Him, how much you regret it
But you're talking to yourself You're as lonely and as desperate as a Kettle boiling, with no there to get it
All the words, you meant to say Had in the air and flown away Into the end of the dying day
But if you have forty lives, You get it right by the thirty-ninth All that that you could ask
Oh aaahh aah aah aah aah ah Oh aaahh aah aah aah aah ah
Oh aaahh aah aah aah aah ah Oh aaahh aah aah aah aah ah Oh aaahh aah aah aah aah aah
And if only I had've stayed, And if only had been there rain What a difference then that it makes
But if you have forty lives, You get it right by the thirty-ninth All that that you could ask