A humdrum Tuesday morning
when nothing's any good.
I try to get to work,
but I can't get out of this mood.
A dreary Friday evening,
my friends are all in town.
I plan to join them later,
but my blues is still around.
Don't want to waste my time on crying.
Things that you say won't tear me down.
What can I do when you've been lying?
I can't be bothered by those memories.
Share me the sordid, uncouth details.
The image is vivid in my mind.
I needn't fantasize
to picture the love we had was ruined too soon.
You'd woo me with your love song.
You'd
tear me with your eyes.
You'd send me reeling high above into orange-colored skies.
You'd
play on your piano.
You wrote me poetry with love dovey metaphors all leading back to me.
Don't want to go back to the old days
when love used to blind me every day.
I guess I was lost inside your love maze,
but now the air is clear enough to see.
I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.
You had me from the start.
You had me from hello.
Now I'm free to fly away into a brand new lovely day.
I'm leaving you behind.
Spare me the grungy, grimy details.
The image is lifelike as it is.
I can see you and him before me.
The love we had was rudely traded in.
Spare me the sordid, uncouth details.
The image is vivid in my mind.
I needn't fantasize
to picture the love we had was ruined.
Oh, can't you see it's ruined?
The love we had
was ruined too soon.
Too soon.