All the words in the world
Wouldn’t make you stay this evening
Though I scrabble around for any I can say…
So hard to take our leave,
So hard to stop believing.
I guess we know this silence well enough,
And you’ll be going by and by;
I’m scared that anything I offer
Might be taken for a lie.
CH: All said and done,
And there’s no way to make it any different,
I hold my tongue as you’re walking away.
So goodbye comes —
Oh, I don’t want to make it difficult
But nothing’s easy
When there’s nothing left to say.
Now we only talk as though time were heavy weather
With a storm-cloud brewing on each hasty phrase…
All the words in the world wouldn’t put us back together.
Maybe we had our opportunities,
Most of those chances passed us by;
I’m scared that anything I offer
Might be taken as a bribe.