It was in my plan to take your hand
When I met your man from Amsterdam
I don't like him much
But something about the way we roll
The depth you fall and the time I call
Cause we don't keep in touch
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days then turn to weeks
And as the years go rolling by
It's silence and the volumes that it speaks
I duck and weave and I've been deceived
Now you best believe that I'm on my knees
But I'd have fought like hell
My mistake was yours to make
There's something about the way we break
That says it's just as well
Minutes turn to hours
And hours turn to days then turn to weeks
And as the years go rolling by
It's silence and the volumes that it speaks
One more heartache and on with the show
It's got the best of me, I know
But I just got to keep in mind
That you want to be a friend of mine
And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong
One more heartache and on with the show
It's got the best of me, I know
But I just got to keep in mind
That you want to be a friend of mine
And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong
And I just got to keep in mind
That you want to be a friend of mine
And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong