We paid off the debt we owed You and I had a heavy load But sure as the moon and the skies above We were something That we were Was that the end of our story, Or a tear in the page? Did the pen get too heavy? Did the author go insane? Were we never meant to happen? Do we move on and figure out some new life? To hell with the old oak tree Where the carving used to be Even the blindest fool could see We were something That we were So take me home to the beginning Or a cold Brooklyn night To the streets of Cinque Terra Beneath the Marfa Lights Let me follow you to heaven If they stop me, let me just fare thee well To hell with the old oak tree Where the carving used to be Even the blindest fool could see We were something We were way too young to know we'd grow apart What can I say to move your heart? Are we over?, Babe, are we over? To hell with the old oak tree You said it all, you said it all As I begged you on my knees And you said nothing So to hell with the old oak tree Where the carving used to be Even the blindest fool could see We were something We were something We paid off the debt we owed You and I had a heavy load But sure as the moon and the skies above We were something