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