Having spent your entire life exactly where you are tonight in the valley between intent and deed, you
Must have mastered this, the fragile art of a good excuse, the little things that get you to believe
That get you to believe
So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here, but don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?
You've spent your entire life quick-tongued and always right
Hasn't being right just let you down?
Right just lets you down
So listen, I'm not trying to say anything at all here
There isn't much left, anyway, that hasn't been said
But don't you think that possibly, this time, it's different?
Don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?