To say that I was disappointed Is less than is the truth It seems so sad to say goodbye To something we both knew Ideals which you based this plan on Have been lost on the way When I think of what we used to share I sometimes have to close my eyes and sway My youthful vigor had its price And now I wish I held my tongue Ride in the pushback with no hands Seems quite a natural thing to do when you're young I'd like to think you'd change your tune But if you did, what could I say? When a broken promise stings badly You sometimes have to close your eyes and just… Sway sway sway sway sway