They say time heals wounds but it's been two years...
The sweat starts forming, butterfly wings flutter...

I think even my teardrops are tired of falling...
They drop restlessly and tumbles to the floor...

He just said "it's over"
And left me standing in the rain...

Should I let this go on any further,
Or should I let this ending begin...

"We're holding on for dear life;
this isn't finished-- we're just not ready yet...

On the bus riding to see you
at the theatre on 69th street...

Reluctantly kissing you
under the silver moon...

A faint memory
only a broken heart to see...

How euphoric was I
To yield to his every desire...

I woke up this morning
Maybe around eight...

A never ending journey to your heart
when you're so hard to please...

Daughter to father
Where are you now...