She slips him a note, he shows her his teethnShe zips up her coat, he goes to the streetsnHe gets on the bus, finds an empty seatnHe reads in a rush as it begins to sleetnAnd it says, Darling, darling, what, oh, what have we done?nWho, oh, who have we become?nWhere did we go wrong?nYou treat me fine, but you make me cry til I can't breathe.nAnd if it weren't for this kid, I would probably leave.nnHe wakes up at 6, she's still asleepnAnd he builds a firenThe rain falls in sheetsnHe stares at the clock, the carpool's latenWe should leave here at 7 to get there by 8nHe turns on the TV as he picks up the phonenThe first thing he sees is a man weeping alonennCrying, Jesus, Jesus, savior, what have we done?nWho, oh, who have we become?nWhere did we go wrong?nYou treat me fine, but you make me cry til I can't breathe.nAnd if it weren't for her, I would probably leave.nnShe's 71, he's 73nAnd they rent a house down by the seanShe drops him off and he makes some cashnHe takes a cab home, finds her on her backnStaring at the fan, breath stuck in her throatnShe takes his hand and she slips in a notenAnd it says, Why, oh, why do we come so fast and then disappear?nWhere, oh, where do we go after that, after here?nNo, I know that this is not for me to see.nWhen I go promise that you'll follow me.