(Paul Millns)



My friend you're worn and aching now

Your life stretched tight and breaken now

And you seem to find that every morning's

Like a mountain you must climb



Forget her, shake her free

Like a leaf from a tree, you must let her go

It's hard I know

But tomorrow is another road to leads

Away from here to the first horison

Forget her



My friend you could open windows now

Let cool breezes through your life somehow

Cause there's peaple out there, other people

Crying dying trying to get somewhere



Forget her, let her go

With the ebb and flow of the passing tide

Now she's fortune's bride

And the days line up like cards and you can deal

Yourself a chance while the wheel's still turning

Forget her



I'm so good at giving advice

But I know when you look at my life

It's seems crazy

But I can stand aside

And I can see with different eyes

Sometimes more clearly



Forget her, Till she sees

Like a face in a dream so far away

She will fade away

And tomorrow is another road to leads

Away from here to the first horison

Forget her



She has forgotten you

What's more to do forget her