Soliloquy

No, it’s never on the day you leave,
That you wonder whether you still believe,
And you can’t remember why you said goodbye.
You’ll hear an old familiar sound,
And hope it’s her when you turn around,
But never on the day you leave.

Love grows in the time it’s been
Since you last heard her sing,
She’ll cut her hair and move somewhere,
She doesn’t owe you anything.

No, it’s never on the day you leave,
That you can tell how it’s going to be,
To watch a girl become a ghost in front of your eyes.
You wish you’d given her one more kiss,
To put away for a night like this,
But never on the day you leave.

Love grows in the time it’s been
Since you last held her hand,
She’ll fight for you like hell, then force herself
To like some other man.

No, it’s never on the day you leave,
That you hide one ace up your sleeve,
And all the time you spend apart makes you fear her less.
You think you’ve lost her to some timeless door,
And you’ve forgotten what she was fighting for,
But never on the day you leave.

Love fails in the time it’s been
Since you last made her laugh,
She’ll look at you for one last time, and ask herself
What made her commit this crime.

No, it’s never on the day you leave,
That you remember Christmas Eve
And all the things you miss about her crazy family,
You know how lonely it is to see
A little drugstore Christmas tree,
But never on the day you leave.

So maybe it would be better if I write to her,
And leave a little note right there
That says, “Maybe we’re not perfect,
But I’ll be damned if I ever leave.
Damned if I ever leave.”

NOTE: My adaptation of the John Mayer classic.