There she goesnRunning off and leaving me behindnThere she goesnRunning off and leaving her own kindnnI guess it's good for menShe can see things I can't seenOh, but it hurtsnOh, but it hurts mennThere she goesnI guess I'll have to put this down to fatenThere she goesnWhy do you always love them when it's too late?nnI guess it's good for menShe can see things I can't seenOh, but it hurtsnOh, but it's hurting mennIf you can find the time, you could change your mindnAnd we could start anewnI'll change my life for you to make it all come truenI can't believe we didn't try to get much closernThis boy would be joy if you could tell me it's not overnnWe fly away on sugarwingsnTell me it's not over