How I wish I could replay
Those little things you used to say
Now and then, and again
When we tried to make our days
Things we used to laugh about
Are now things to raise your doubts
Coming home, TV's on
All the same, day in, day out
Though we both know
You're leaving me
You won't say
What's plain to see
Like the birds
That lost their tree
We have lost
What lovers feel
'Bout a new love birds do sing,
Trees do grow and plants do spring;
Now love's old, nothing grows
No more queen, no more king
Guess we both did let it slide
Let it fall and let it die
No way back, bags are packed
One last kiss and then goodbye