Choking on these words
You can leave now
Oh, haven't you heard?
You can leave now

We stand there like statues from different cities
Both warriors of the same war
Both victors of our territories
Why do I feel so small?

Oh, you've got it all figured out
What will be, will be

Fine work from a sailor's hand
Who's always running away
In between all your complex ideas
Found out how love should be
When you get the time to feel anything
Anything real for me

Oh, you've got it all figured out
What will be, will be

Fine words from a sailor's son
Who's always running away
I don't want your sympathy
Don't quote me another phrase
I understand all your philosophies
But it hurts me just the same

Choking on these words
You can leave now
Oh, haven't you heard?
You can leave now