You know, it's true what they say-
Things never do stay the same
No, it'll never be the same for me
It could never be the way that it used to be
And there will never again be a time
When I sourly wade through the river,
Soaked to the skin, filled to the brim
With opinions about life and living
I told you the world as I saw it in mind
And you, were ever so kind
Befriending such a strange sight
In the Wenatchee river at midnight
I knew little joy
The world is harsh,
Around me, it pressed in
I didn't yet know:
the broadness of his smile;
the angle of his cheeks;
the lilt of his voice
that made me go weak at the knees.
You did care, didn't you, dear?
You heard me call.
Nothing quite hurts like nothing at all.
But you felt responsibility that isn't yours to bear
Let me take back that cross; it is mine to wear.