When I go
I don't want you to cry...

My stubborn ways
Just don't seem to get me anywhere anymore...

Your touch just was something like magic
That always held me back...

Sitting on the porch
On the old wooden swing...

Lay me down
In a bed of velvet...

The pictures I look at
Every once in a while...

I'm under the cover
I take it on the run...

If none us sees tomorrow
If one of us is taken from the world today...

I try to speak up now and then
I try to take my part...

As I was standing on a mountain so high
I looked up at the sun...

I'm picking myself back up
Trying not to fall no more...

As I slowly disappear
I sit down to think as I cry away the night...