It Was Me

Well there's no use hanging on to anything,

That you can't take with you when you're gone

The wind at your heels, shadows so sweet,

A sentimental longing for the past

All these things, uncaptured, gone or might have been,

In the slow, dull dying of the day

I ponder on these things I've done,

A heart I could have chosen not to break

But oh, I ran, I ran so easily,

Casting no shadow in my wake,

And chased so many that I soon get bored,

And honey, I'm such a flake

So the road won't rise to meet me as I go,

And this feckless heart knows no reward

For all my lies, I apologize,

It was me, it wasn't you and now I know

But oh, I ran, I ran so easily,

Casting no shadow in my wake,

And chased so many that I soon get bored,

And honey, I'm such a flake

Still it does no good for one to think of things,

That you can't do anything about,

But in solitary hours, I think of you now,

It was me, it wasn't you and now I know