Who hid her problems deep inside herself
Like little Russian dolls
And when I go to work she pulled them out
Gave them names and sewed them little clothes
When I throw little pebbles
At her window from the alley down below
Pretend that everything was okay, okay, okay, ohhh
I can't say that it's her loss
Can't lose what she don't want
I had someone here to blame, blame, blame
That she wanted me the same
She wanted me the way I want her
Well I learned early on in an old western cowboy song
You can't choose your love
But you damn right know that you can take a chance
So we either put your lonely heart to rest
Chase the moon and shoot down the stars
Because it is true that nothing good will stay
That everything will be ok, ok, ok, ohhh
I can't say that it's her loss
Can't lose what she don't want
I had someone here to blame, blame, blame
That she wanted me the same
It is not about your final resting place
You're rushing to this giant race
It is more about the trip you have take
Life is what happens while you are marking all dates More from The Tower and The Fool