Turn the page and go on, read the poetry wrongnI expect your mistakes but by now it's too latenStraight in a line that you've drawnnnThere we were face to face waiting each one for a tastenWhile the selfish design in your eyes looked at minenAfraid to be sure not to wastennSurely we can learn the truth about ourselvesnWhile each page you turn makes you someone elsenNo matter how I might hope for the small things in lifenLike the things that make a reason for chasing what's rightnnSurely we can learn the truth about ourselvesnWhile each page you turn makes you someone elsennTurn the page and go on, read the poetry wrongnI expect your mistakes but by now it's too latenStraight in a line that you've drawnnnThere we were face to face waiting each one for a tastenWhile the selfish design in your eyes looked at minenAfraid to be sure not to wastennSurely we can learn the truth about ourselvesnWhile each page you turn makes you someone elsenNo matter how I might hope for the small things in lifenLike the things that make a reason for chasing what's right