She said, “Baby, where you been?
Why’d you have to leave me?
I’m on the other side . . . just looking in.”
I’ve been so high; I climbed to the mountaintop,
looked at myself and . . .

I’d tell you anything you want to hear.
And I’d desert you when I’m through.
I’d say anything because true love
don’t mean a thing to a man, who’s not a man, but a fool.

Look at me!
You’re a model of efficiency.
I’m always doing what he tells me.
How can you change it now?

I’m always looking for it down deep inside,
I thought that this would change my life.
Have you found out?
I remember more . . .
Can you change?
I can change.

For years he must have cried a river of tears.
In his dreams he saw himself . . . a dying man
drawing figures, arrows in the sand.
Mmm, I don’t think he understands.
Never thought that it would last forever.
One glance back . . . there’s nothing much to say.
He watched as it all began spinning further and further from the truth.

And nothing really matters, when your heart doesn’t lead the way