and you left me standing there alone again
and the seasons turn and change
and the bitter sweet smell of the wind of change
not the same here without you
I know I have to keep my head
I know I have to rise above
staring at the lights as ccars go passing by
Hands in pockets kicking cans
but I still feel some of the warmth you left here
Tears don't come, wish I could cry
We had some good times and some bad
my memory cuts me like a knife