How I wish I could replay Those little things you used to say Now and then, and again When we tried to make our days Things we used to laugh about Are now things to raise your doubts Coming home, TV's on All the same, day in, day out Though we both know You're leaving me You won't say What's plain to see Like the birds That lost their tree We have lost What lovers feel 'Bout a new love birds do sing, Trees do grow and plants do spring; Now love's old, nothing grows No more queen, no more king Guess we both did let it slide Let it fall and let it die No way back, bags are packed One last kiss and then goodbye