I Think This Time You've Said Enough

To Make Me Want To Leave This Place

Still I Keep Coming Back For More Of

The Same To Fan The Dying Flame

Here Inside These Walls That Seem

To Move A Little Closer Every Day

There Must Be A Way Out Of

This Crazy Game We Play Out To The End

Let Us Just Pretend A While

Think About The Good Things Now And Then



I Think This Time That Was The Best Time

That We Two Had Ever Known

We Tried The Handle Of The House

Upon The Shore And Found The Open Door

Once Inside We Found A Curious Moonbeam

Doing Dances On The Floor

We Were Only Playing Like Two Children

Who Had Stayed Away From School

Two Of Us Could Not Be Wrong

Heaven Knows Who Keeps The Golden Rule



I Think This Time We've Learned Enough

To Know That Nothing Is The Same

But Still The Pounding Of My Heart

Hasn't Changed And Leavin's So Strange

Here Among My Thoughts Of You

I Find A Gentle Longing To Be Free

There Must Be A Way Out Of

This Crazy Game We Play Out To The End

Take Away The In-between

Think About The Good Things Now And Then

We Will See The Day When You

Or I Will Stay Or Face Up To The End

Let Us Just Pretend A While

And Think About The Good Things Now And Then