You will sing for me a mountain
With a voice that is a window
You will love me as a hero
Time, time is a fickle friend
A friend we took for granted
In the twilight of our hour
All things come to an end
Maybe next year, maybe next year
Cause you said you'd always love me
And you said we'd be okay
So I took the job in California
And there's nothing you can do
Maybe next year I'll come home to you
Staring wide-eyed at the sky
That you took me by the hand
Let's never leave this land