Standard (EADGBE)
Verse1
We said a million times we'd change,
Can't bring myself to say those words again.
A piper never changes tune,
You can't grow apples on the moon.
Verse2
The hurtful things we say still penetrate,
And whispered sorrys always come too late.
Then the damage has been done,
What er we going to tell our son.
Chorus
I want to spare his broken heart.
Brek it gently that we'll live apart
Don't know the proper way to say
He won't be seeing daddy ev'ry day.
Verse3
Those weekly outings never work you know,
Buying gifts and candy picture shows.
They can't replace the man around,
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound.
Verse4
I quess the trouble is I love you still,
And if it comes to that I always will.
No, please don't cry, it's just too late
Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate