A paperweight to a giant Is not the mountain that is to me. Gravity's coming short again He's my best friend. And I'm becoming more self-reliant But like the paper I just weighted lay, For you to mend my wicked way. This is the part of the letter. This is the sad good-bye. In the timing of our lives. In the timing of our lives. This is the part of the letter. This is the sad good-bye. In the timing of our lives. In the timing of our lives. A paperweight to a giant Is not the mountain that is to me. Gravity's coming short again He's my best friend. And I'm becoming more self-reliant But like the paper I just weighted lay, For you to mend my wicked way. This is the part of the letter. This is the sad good-bye. In the timing of our lives. In the timing of our lives. This is the part of the letter. This is the sad good-bye. In the timing of our lives. In the timing of our lives. This is the part of the letter. This is the sad good-bye. In the timing of our lives. In the timing of our lives.