And there I was sitting under the tree,
Outlooking into the orange-blue sky,
Constructing our stories as the clouds flee,
Making my heart do it's own little sigh.

I know we were never meant to be,
And that there were things on which we would never agree,
Or that our paths were in different directions,
Leading us to live in a life full of objections.

You know it couldn't have been that hard,
With you and me,
You being the boss while I be your...