We don't talk
anymore,
at least not like we did before.
Come on, write me a letter and I'll sing you
a song.
I'll teach you to the birds as they carry me home.
If you knew
how I feel,
maybe you would be here still.
Gonna catch you a ride to the
back of my mind,
leaving all the trouble and the past behind.
Blame it on the good times,
coming down your side.
Bring it down gently babe,
it's always such a bad ride.
That's right,
blame it on the good times.
When you went bye bye,
you gave me far away just to enjoy.
Let it go, let it glide, let it slide.
We don't talk anymore,
at least not like we did before.
Come on,
write me a letter and I'll sing you a song.
Teach you to the birds as they carry me home.
If you knew how I feel,
maybe you would be here still.
Gonna catch you a ride to the back of my mind,
leaving all the trouble and the past behind.
Blame it on the good times,
coming down your side.