"All the love we share could sink a ship, the ends of earth would tip it all in time,
and it leaves me asking why
we see it under-through and through-and live out in the blue all of our days,
mourning the love we made.
Hang your head and cry.
Look down that lonely road and know that I’m the same old friend, and you’ll find me when it ends.
Yes, it’d sure be fine to sit and pine together.
Will it ever be the same? Well it’s rather hard to say.”