I'm asleep, very deep, in a dream where you care. I awake, my mistake. Now I'm up in dispair. It's the part of my heart where you've been since the dawn. It was wrong. Now you're gone. Sing a song. Move along. You were neat; wouldn't cheat. You would call every night. You would say we're okay, and I thought you were right. Though to you I was true, there is much I could learn. How to live. How to give. How to love and return to a four chord love song. So we meet on the street. You walk up. I don't speak and you talk about this new guy; he's the boyfriend of the week. Well, since last in our past I've been proud to proclaim that I've been with sixty other girls who all look the same. Look at that. You got fat. Well, goodbye. End this chat. It was wrong. Now you're gone. Sing a song. Move along. But then you stop me and you say, "Baby that ain't okay, cause that was then and this is now, so you shouldn't have a cow." Yea well, wait, just a sec. What did you just say to me? Cause I haven't heard that phrase, I think, since 1993. Then we laugh and we smile, and we talk for a while, cause we've got miles to learn and we've love to return to a four chord love song.