Well there's no use hanging onto anything
That you can't take with you when you're gone
The wind at your heels, the shadow, so sweet
Of sentimental longing for the past
All these things un-captured, gone,
Or might have been
In the slow, dull dying of the day
I ponder on these things I've done
A heart I could have chosen not to break
But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
Casting no shadow in my wake
In chase, so manly;
Then I soon get bored
Oh honey, I'm such a flake
So the road won't rise to meet me as I go
And this feckless heart knows no reward
For all my lies, I apologise
It was me, it wasn't you.
And now I know.
But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
Casting no shadow in my wake
In chase, so manly;
Then I soon get bored
Oh honey, I'm such a flake
Still, it does no good for one to think of things
That you can't do anything about.
But in solitary hours I think of you now.
It was me, it wasn't you.
And now I know.
