♪ ♪ Driving through the great white northern mountains, they were all spring-loaded, gushing like a divorcee, finally found someone to love her. ♪ ♪ Little feet and great big dreams, you know that I'm so sentimental, it's not as easy as it seems, there's only so much one can handle, and maybe, on May Day, ♪ I could be as happy as I looked in that photograph with you, with you. ♪ I'm not the person that I was, I'm not the one you used to run to, you will not hear from me because of the shame that I brought upon you, ♪ and maybe, on May Day, I will carry with me a memory of the way my darlings grew. ♪ Grew. They grew. They grew. ♪ And you, you can find me in the aisles of a truck stop where the toys are all half-priced, and I, I'm disappointed, ♪ but just because I'm smiling doesn't mean that I am happy with my life. ♪ You said I got this thing I do, I got this love for you, for you. ♪ Love, this thing I do, love, and maybe, on May Day, I will find forgiveness for the awful things I did to you. ♪ For the way that I left you, that I left you. ♪