I am here to tell you we can nev er meet a gain.

Sim ple real ly,

is n’t it?

A word or two and then

a life time of not know ing where or how or why or when.

You think of me or speak of me or won der what be fell

the some one you once loved so long a go, so well.

Nev er won der what I’ll feel Oh, there as liv ing shuf fles by.

You don’t have to ask me heart, and I need not re ply.

Ev ’ry mo ment of my life, from now un til I die,

I will think or dream of you and fail to un der stand

how a per fect love can be con found ed out of hand.

Is it writ ten in the stars?

Are we pay ing for some crime?

Is that all that we are good for,

just a stretch of mor tal time?

Is this God’s ex per i ment

in which we have no say,

in which we’re giv en par a dise,

but on ly for a day?

Noth ing can be al I’ll tered.

Oh, there is noth ing to de cide.

No es cape, no change of heart, nor an y place to hide.

You are all I’ll ev er want but this I am de nied.

Some times in my dark est thoughts I wish I nev er learned

what it is to be in love and have that love re turned.

Is it writ ten in the stars?

Are we pay ing for some crime?

Is that all that we are good for,

just a stretch of mor tal time?

Is this God’s ex per i ment

in which we have no say,

in which we’re giv en par a dise,

but on ly for a day?

on ly for a day?