| We said a million times we’d change |
| Can’t bring myself to say those words again |
| A piper never changes tune |
| You can’t grow apples on the moon |
| The hurtful things we say still penetrate |
| And whispered sorrys always come too late |
| Then the damage has been done |
| What are we going to tell our son? |
| I want to spare his broken heart |
| Break it gently that we’ll live apart |
| Don’t know the proper words to say |
| He won’t be seeing daddy every day |
| Those weekly outings never work, you know |
| Buying gifts and candy, picture shows |
| They can’t replace the man around |
| Your voice, your touch, your manly sound |
| I guess the trouble is I love you still |
| And if it comes to that, I always will |
| No, please don’t cry, it’s just too late |
| Now hurry on, she’s waiting at the gate |