If hearts weren't made to wander,
if eyes weren't made to stray,
if true love could just last longer,
I wouldn't feel just this way.
If day didn't turn to night,
if warmth didn't turn to cold,
if darkness never touched the light,
you still might have me to hold.
I'll nevermore be your darling,
I never planned to be your bride,
don't linger on my front porch weeping,
I'm not the ever-loving kind.
If angels blessed each kiss and smile,
if life went just as stories read,
if shooting stars could stand still a while,
I might stay with you instead.
If birds didn't need to fly,
if you had never looked my way,
if I could learn to compromise,
you wouldn't feel any pain.
But as it is,
as it is,
I'll nevermore be your darling,
I never planned to be your bride,
don't linger on my front porch weeping,
I'm not the ever-loving kind.
And I am sorry to make you grieve, but even so,
I have to leave,
so don't hold me or try to make me stay,
I can only ever walk away.
I'll nevermore be your darling,
I never planned to be your bride,
don't linger on my front porch weeping,
I'm not the ever-loving kind.
I'll nevermore be your darling,
try to get me off your mind,
there's never any other ending,
I'm not the ever-loving kind.
I'm not the ever-loving kind.
I'm not the ever-loving kind.