I been looking at the sky, I been wondering what plane you’re in
but the air, it feels like burning, and the grass keeps cutting holes into my skin.
I swear I’m subject to change, in the morning I’ll be something new
and the coffee keeps on brewing, will be ready when you’re walking through that door.
Oh, ….
but what difference does it make, since you’re never coming back to me.
I wish I could turn back, all the time wasted on you, love
had we but world enough and time, I would love you fifteen years before the flood.
But I keep looking at the sky, I’m still wondering what plane you’re in
But what difference does it make, since you’re never coming back to me.
Oh ,....
but what difference does it make, since you’re never coming back
and oh what difference does it make, since you’ll be never coming back to me.
