He left it all behind, even his bride.
He no longer hid behind his pride.
He drifted into town on a river's ride.
Then he ambled up along my side.
In my ear he whispered sweet nothings,
Which at the time meant everything.
We shared so many things
Without exchanging rings.
A love song to me he sung.
I told him we were all wrong;
I'm too old to feel this damn young.
His reply you make me strong.
He was neither strong nor I young.
We knew we could never belong.
He left town on a river's ride.
I watched him leave, as I cried.
Neither of us had lied.
It was just the end of the ride. |
