Waiting for the sun to set in your eyes

Thinking that kind words are just a disguise.

I wonder why you think that I should say good-bye when you know

Two wrongs won't make things right.

There was a time that I remember your happy smile

Was it last september I went away.

I'm sorry nowbut two wrongs won't make things right

Two wrongs won't make things right.

Someday we'll remember this chance we once had to make things right make things right.

I'm thinking of my words that made you cry

What can sorry mean when said with the word good-bye.

And though times change one thing remains

That two wrongs won't make things right.