Take me home from the Junkyard where your other lovers rust
I was guessing on the words that wait for the silence to finally stop
Suddenly aware of every memory we made when we were young
Where you're naked in the living room, and it aint fate but it's enough
But how the vision changes and beauty wilts with age
I can sense it in your posture, in your smile, it feels the same
Oh Lord, it aint easy to let it go, but baby, that's the way we knew it'd be
Oh Lord, it aint easy to let you go, so we'll go on and on and on and on and on
As if she's calling from a dream I can see the scene dissolve into the room
Oh the rain upon the windows, oh the deep November gloom
"I've been praying I've been hoping on a man," she says to the boy she met too soon
All the children that we might have made now vanishing from view
But I, for one, seems everyone's still shooting in the dark
Or maybe still in awe of all the fires we could start
Oh Lord, it aint easy to let it go, but baby, that's the way we knew it'd be
Oh Lord, it aint easy to let you go, so we'll go on and on and on and on and on