Some days she'll seem pleased to see you
And other days she will be
You need to figure out what that is worth
Maybe in a month of Sundays
But maybe never really
Will you ever understand the girl
Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black
Oh oh
Oh oh
Nothing in your life will bring you
Half as much as she will
There's lightning, revelation then there's her
Others are a fading memory
You don't need to remember
What was said or done by whom or where
Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black
Oh oh
Oh oh
Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black
Oh oh
Oh oh
Some days she'll seem pleased to see you
And other days she will be
You need to figure out what that is worth