I Remember When We Said Goodbye,

I Didn't Know It Would Be The Last Time I'd See You Alive,

I Never Had Your Fear Of Death,

But A Certain Fear Of What I Don't Expect



And I Do See What's In Front Of Me,

Now I Ask Myself The Same Old Things,

What Could I Have Done?

What Could I Have Said?

Before I Read In The Paper That You Were Dead



You Never Liked The Things I Had To Say,

Now Every Ideology Has Melted Away,

As I Sing This Song Again And Again And Again,

All Of The Meaning Has Jumped To Its End



And I Do See What's In Front Of Me,

And I Ask Myself The Same Old Things,

What Could I Have Done?

What Could I Have Said?

Before I Read In The Paper That You Were Dead



There Are Skeletons In The Closet,

And There Are Roaches In The Kitchen Sink,

And I Can't Go Back To That House,

There Are Too Many Memories There Left For Me



And I Do See What Was In Front Of Me,

And I Ask Myself The Same Old Things,

What Could I Have Done?

What Could I Have Said?

Before I Read In The Paper That You Were Dead,

You Were Dead