If so and so was so delightful,
Go ahead, don't waste your life
She'd it like a change of season
Letter sent from where the grass is greener

Haven't been to sleep much lately
Words you never said that grate on me
Keep a secret flake of his life,
Call it happiness

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around,
There's nothing there, just bitterness

If so and so is so delightful,
Go ahead, don't kiss your life away
She'd it like a change of season
Send a letter where the grass is greener

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around,
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there

Always the last to know and the first to cry
Our summer years are nothing
As they're Freudian-slipping by

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around,
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there