He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
I said goodbye to someone that I love
For all your curious nerve and your passion
And far away somebody read the letter
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
Someone above has seen me do alright
And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness
Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all
It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
And it was hard like coming off the pill
I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
I took a book and went into the forest
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
But life is good and it's always worth living
At least for a while
You are too young to put all of your hopes
If you think to yourself, “What should I do now?”
'Cause it's over and done
Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
That you take to stay happy
Upon your face, you may think you're alone
'Cause there is no point in standing in the past
In just one envelope
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
And be there with my best friend if she wants me
If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy
But you may think again
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
On second thoughts I'd rather hang around
They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes
So I went home
Someone above is looking with a tender eye
And be there with my best friend if she wants me