A man and a woman come together
As strangers
When they part theyre usually
Strangers still
Its like a practical joke
Played on us by our maker
Empty bottles,
That cant be filled

You fancy me to be the master
Of your feelings
You barely bruise me
With your looks to kill
Though I admit we were sometimes brutal
In our dealings,
I never held you against your will

Chorus:
Baby, whos to say it coulda been different
Now that its done
Baby, whos to say
Baby, whos to say that it shoulda been
Anyway
Baby, whos to say
Baby, whos to say
That it even matters in the long run
Whos to say
Give it just a minute
And itll blow away
Its blow away

Your case against me is so
Very clearly stated
I please no contest,
I turn and shrug
Ive come to figure all importance
Overestimated
You must mean water when you beg for blood