Itand's who we are
itand's where weand're going
and itand's where weand've been
in a little while from now
if iand'm not feeling any less sour
i promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top i will throw myself off
in an effort to make it clear to who
what its like when your love shatters
standing in the lurch in a church
where people saying: andquot;my god, thatand's tough
sheand's stood him upandquot;
no point in us remaining
we might as well go home
as i did on my own
alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
i was cheerful, bright and oh so gay
looking forward to well wouldnand't do
the role i was about to play
but as if to knock me down
my reality came around
and without so much, as a mere touch
put me into little pieces
leaving me to doubt
all about god and his mercy
or if he really does exist
why did he desert me in my hour of need
i truly am indeed
alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that canand't be mended
left unattended
what do we do? do we even care?
Itand's who we are
itand's where weand're going
and itand's where weand've been
Now looking back over the years
and whatever else has occurred
i remember i cried when my father died
never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
my mother, god rest her soul,
couldnand't understand why the only man
she had ever loved had been taken
leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
despite encouragement from me
no words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
i cried and cried all day
alone again, naturally
alone again, naturally
Itand's who we are
itand's where weand're going
and itand's where weand've been
