she started off that morning & she was on her way "don't go, it's suicide," he said, but she would not obey she was leaving, leaving him, but not "leaving" him, like they say and all he could think of was those long-ago summer days when they walked the streets all night and the future was bright and everything was right as rain the sun beat down and never found a frown but would you look at them now. "i only want your happiness," he said but if you looked in his eyes you could see that he was holding back you could tell he was telling lies "you know i gotta do this," she said, "you know at least i gotta try" well he said "yeah," and then he turned around cos he couldn't let her see him cry he was thinking of the time they spent and all the places they went and how they wouldn't make a dent on her now he'd always known she was the ramblin' type she had a bigger life she had a better life how long could he expect to hold on to his old-fashioned notions of what was right and what was wrong? how long could he expect to hold on to an ephemeral girl? he woke up in his bed, and he was in that bed alone he knew he had to get up, but all he could do was just lay there and moan "Good morning, sunshine, sleep okay?" he said, and kind of laughed i wanna smell the smell of you but i know it's in the past remember all the things we'd do and all the vows that seemed true there's all these pictures of you in my head remember how i scorned your words and how i made you hurt i treated you like dirt how long could i expect to hold on to my half-baked ideas of what made us get along? how long could i expect to hold on to an ephemeral girl?