one more time two people are saying goodbye
and one more time everyones wondering why
they were such a perfect couple, how can this be so?
there are reasons, but sometimes even they arent sure that they know
and maybe its because her mother
maybe its because his father
maybe its what they did or didnt do
maybe its the times we live in
the strain of this nuclear age
where men have the power
and women have only rage
or maybe its just that her eyes are brown
and her lovers eyes are blue
maybe its a phase the whole damn world
is going through
but whether its all or none of the above
ahh, nobody knows whats happening to love
no nobody knows whats happening to love
and one more time we try to figure love out
oldfashioned dreams collide with newfangled doubt
oh there are couples who seem to make it, with or without romance
but even they cant tell you how much is due to chance
and Id say weve got a problem
right before we begin
weve got these heads full of rational thinking
wrapped inside this animal skin
with a heart caught in between
that tries to balance on a very fine line
ah, if you ask me its a case of bad design
and you can lie on that couch for hours
digging up the dirt
analyzing all your memories
reliving all your hurt
but in the end youre still a prisoner
locked inside your cell
the only difference is now
you know the walls too well
every corner, every crevice
every mark upon the floor
ah you know everything except how to find
the key to the door
and maybe its because your mother
maybe its because your father
maybe its what they did or didnt do
maybe its the times we live in
