Wrong Man

We've been working on this thing for eight long years

And I think its time that we just let go

Well I can't tell if it's history, or maybe just bad math

But if I leave now then I may never go

And I'm the wrong man for the job

And that's the way it is

And I, I'm the wrong man for the job

As long as I shall live

For better or for worse, we both know I'm the wrong man for the job

Well I've always hated math, but I love history

Just like I hate no one and I love you

Isn't it coincidence, it's a mystery

Cause if you then I've not a clue

It's like I ripped my arm right off and left it

Well I guess it wasn't mine at all

I've been working on this thing for eight long years

And I think it's time that we just let go