She woke up early Sunday morning.
She said, "I need a breath of air."
I thought she meant that it was easier
To clear her mind if I'm not there.
And as she dressed and put her make-up on,
I realized just where I stood...
Another day or two and she'd be gone;
This time, she's leaving me for good.
It's not like she didn't warn me.
Sometimes I'm such a jealous guy.
When she told me that she needed space,
I promised her that I would try.
She said, "Honey, it's not you, it's me...
You wouldn't help me if you could."
In her eyes, I saw, "It's over."
This time she's leaving me for good.
I made coffee and some oatmeal.
Somehow, it didn't taste the same.
I guess she finally had me figured out:
What she called 'love', I called a game.
And as I sat there in that empty house,
And stared across the lonely room,
I thought, "Everything is so much clearer
From the far side of the moon."
Yeah, everything is so much clearer
From the far side of the moon.
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