One last kiss dear, and I'll be gone I could not find the words To say to you what's going on You knew it all along You knew it all along Those heirloom bookshelves cast tall shadows To make something of yourself Is to breathe, to leap out from the prose You knew it all along You knew it all along This gilded ambition, I took it to the floor And with a pocket full of miles That ran out at your door A jilted tradition that burned me to the core And my wardrobe full of styles Not in fashion any more And with a pocket full of miles So I ran for miles and miles and miles and miles... But you knew it all along You knew that I was wrong