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Step one, you say we need to talk |
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He walks, you say sit down, it's just a talk |
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He smiles politely back at you |
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You stare politely right on through |
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Some sort of window to your right |
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As he goes left and you stay right |
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Between the lines of fear and blame |
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And you begin to wonder why you came |
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Where did I go wrong? |
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I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness |
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I would have stayed up with you all night |
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Had I known how to save a life |
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Let him know that you know best |
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'Cause after all you do know best |
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Try to slip past his defense |
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Without granting innocence |
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Lay down a list of what is wrong |
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The things you've told him all along |
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And pray to God he hears you |
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And pray to God he hears you |
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Where did I go wrong? |
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I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness |
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I would have stayed up with you all night |
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Had I known how to save a life |
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As he begins to raise his voice |
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You lower yours and grant him one last choice |
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Drive until you lose the road |
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Or break with the ones you've followed |
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He will do one of two things |
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He will admit to everything |
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Or he'll say he's just not the same |
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And you'll begin to wonder why you came |
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Where did I go wrong? |
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I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness |
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I would have stayed up with you all night |
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Had I known how to save a life |
