So I see you got a husband now.
I thought someone would tell me if you’d ever do that.
I guess you got to keep all of the friends when our soda went flat.
It’s not like we were ever anything more than a third-rate romance.
I just suppose I hoped in the end we’d be the last two at the dance.

Anyway…
If you could see your way clear to be someone like the picture that I’ve held in my arms
then I think I could be the jolly rancher who could finally buy the farm
and I could sell to your folks all the pieces that they never really hoped to get
and finally you and me could become free of all our old bindings and tourniquets

and
not everything comes together in the end. I see that. I always knew.
But it’s taken this latest download of info from you, the brand-new paper you threw
to inform me that the end of the world isn’t waitin’. It’s here now. It’s what I’ve got
and if you ever talked to me again, well then, the big light will have taken its shot

so you know that
days will come when I’ll no longer think of you.
Until then
these days aren’t through.