She said, ?Baby, where you been?
Why?d you have to leave me?
I?m on the other side . . . just looking in.?
I?ve been so high; I climbed to the mountaintop,
looked at myself and . . .

I?d tell you anything you want to hear.
And I?d desert you when I?m through.
I?d say anything because true love
don?t mean a thing to a man, who?s not a man, but a fool.

Look at me!
You?re a model of efficiency.
I?m always doing what he tells me.
How can you change it now?

I?m always looking for it down deep inside,
I thought that this would change my life.
Have you found out?
I remember more . . .
Can you change?
I can change.

For years he must have cried a river of tears.
In his dreams he saw himself . . . a dying man
drawing figures, arrows in the sand.
Mmm, I don?t think he understands.
Never thought that it would last forever.
One glance back . . . there?s nothing much to say.
He watched as it all began spinning further and further from the truth.

And nothing really matters, when your heart doesn?t lead the way