When she brought up all of those things on her mind.
I couldn't do much better
When I told her everything was fine.
I might have waited longer
Seemed like forty days and eighty nights,
It seemed like everything would turn out right.
She became my everything.
If we can get through this
You know we got our wish.
And we held out for more.
The things we might have missed;
Of stickin' with the wrong too long to know what right was.
We have only ourselves to blame.
At least thats what they tell you when you take the back door.
The thought of makin' it end.
Lets leave it to the pretty boys and girls in the show.