You left for campnYou left for schoolnLeft for the coast when that was coolnThen you left women;nOne a wifenTo save your skin you wrecked a lifenWhen there's kids, its not just one life you wreck,nyou're on the runnYou go to town to start anewnBut those you left come after younnIts what you thinknIts how you feelnThough who can say if its all real?nnThe darndest thing is kids grow upnOne day some strange adults show upnThe ones you left arrive in townnThat's nice, you say, they'll be aroundnPerhaps they're just a bit bereft, but they'll forgive the one who leftnSad stories can have happy endsnPerhaps now, you can just be friendsnnIts what you wantnIts how you feelnWhat's more, you hope your theory's realnnWho would've thought or could believenThings go so badly when you leavenThe skin you save is growing slacknAnd those you left don't want you backnnYour power's gonenIt was pretendnThe wife you left meant more to themnIts not just that they side with hernYou left and who knew where you werenThe reason that they came to town,nwas just to make the place their ownnThey realized your greatest fear;nyou are so close but hardly herennIts what you thinknIts how you feelnAnd what's worse is you know its real