It Was Me
That you can't take with you when you're gone
The wind at your heels, the shadow, so sweet
Of sentimental longing for the past
All these things un-captured, gone,
Or might have been
In the slow, dull dying of the day
I ponder on these things I've done
A heart I could have chosen not to break
But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
Casting no shadow in my wake
In chase, so manly;
Then I soon get bored
Oh honey, I'm such a flake
So the road won't rise to meet me as I go
And this feckless heart knows no reward
For all my lies, I apologise
It was me, it wasn't you.
And now I know.
But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
Casting no shadow in my wake
In chase, so manly;
Then I soon get bored
Oh honey, I'm such a flake
Still, it does no good for one to think of things
That you can't do anything about.
But in solitary hours I think of you now.
It was me, it wasn't you.
And now I know.