They caught the payoff that they’d overseen, I hope I could show you, I’d wish that you’ll see. You had to tarnish your hopes and your dreams, your voice grows so softly, the way I could be. Way off but they saw the simple routine. Who knew you would fall so far from the tree? Taken a reason if you’d mend so keen the choice is so blatant I wouldn’t agree. It’s just the way I’d be. This business is bullshit that’s borrowed by farewells, spent by the time to yourself. When progress sounds simple, meanwhile you’ve been waiting, for any chance to come by. It’ll pass you by. Tomorrow’s open for us to go home so old and hopeless with the kids all gone.