when i was younger i saw my daddy cry and cursed at the wind. he broke his own heart and i watched as he tried to reassemble it. and my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. and that was the day i promised i'd never sing of love if it does not exist... maybe i know, somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts and we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. and i've always lived like this keeping a comfortable distance. and up until now i had sworn to myself that i was content with loneliness, cos none of it was ever worth the risk... i've got a tight grip on reality but i can't let go of what's in front of me here, i know your leaving in the morning, when you wake up leave me with some proof it's not a dream...