And what was I suppose to say,
When you said you would walk away,
And leave me here to stand alone,
Was I not suppose to tell you to "Get Gone"
What was I suppose to say,
When you left us there too old to play,
Was I suppose to cry or not make sound,
Was that suppose to make you feel bad, you hound,
What was I suppose to say,
When time and night have turned to day,
When dreams have died and so have men,
When tears have been cried but we are too weak to give in.