Whatever happened to that song I wrotenWhere I would always miss the final notenAnd everybody thought it was a jokenBut I guess that you knew more than thatnIt’s like we thought the time would never changenAnd we were always on the same pagenBut I guess our book was never readnSomebody threw it in the fire insteadnnOr maybe we could sink like pennies in the waternOr down another drink and blissfully go undernAnd that’s just how we’ll be, considering no othernWhile we bicker and go onnJust turn the other cheek, ignoring when I falternOr say that you love me, even though not for much longernDo anything but leave, that’ll only make it hardernTo delay my moving onnnWhatever happened to those days we playednWhere we’d look forward to a new daynAnd where we’d relish in the noveltynOf having you next to menBut now I guess there is no turning backnNow I’m resigned to have my bags packednIf we could just give it one last trynYeah that would be great, that would be fine