I try so hard to understand
why you refuse a helping hand,
to wear my wedding ring.
But even if I talked all night
and tried to make you feel alright,
it would not change a thing.
The golden age of this romance
ended with a single dance,
a tender moment shared.
Time will tell if I am wrong
to tell our story in a song
and if you really cared.
You pull upon that cigarette
and say that you don’t trust me yet,
what is a man to do?
You say you need sometime to think,
a holiday, another drink,
to stop you feeling blue.
The golden age of this romance
ended with a single dance,
a tender moment shared.
Time will tell if I am wrong
to tell our story in a song
and if you really cared.
The golden age of this romance
ended with a single dance,
a tender moment shared.
Time will tell if I am wrong
to tell our story in a song
and if you really cared.
Copyright Keith Ames
