Better partednI see people cryingnTruth gets hardernThere's no sense in lyingnHelp me find a way from this mazenI can't help myselfnnWhen I see tenderness before you leftnThat even breaking up was never meantnBut only angels look before they treadnnBetter partednI see people hidingnSpeech gets startednThere's no sense in writingnHelp me find a way through this mazenI'm living,in another world with younAnd I can't help myselfnDid I see tenderness where you saw hellnDid I see angels in the hand I heldnGod only know's what kind of tale you'd tell