| She will always go Every time this story’s told | 
| I know it won’t ever change | 
| No matter how I rearrange; | 
| I can’t make this story bend | 
| Or head it off before it ends, | 
| We all have stories, I suppose, | 
| But in mine she always goes. | 
| Well, sometimes I like to say | 
| That I’m a different man today | 
| Not the one that she recalls, | 
| She never really knew me at all; | 
| Then other times I might pretend | 
| We’re both the same as we were then, | 
| I see her wearing my old clothes | 
| But in the end she always goes | 
| But I couldn’t make her stay | 
| That’s just the way it was, | 
| But I relieve it everyday | 
| And sometimes you’d be amazed, | 
| In my mind she almost does. | 
| You can call it what you will | 
| But a story’s yours until | 
| The one who knows it well as you | 
| Says she’s got a story too; | 
| But this one I’ll tell my way | 
| Although I change it day to day, | 
| We all have dreams that fade, God knows | 
| And in mine she always goes. | 
| But this one I’ll tell my way | 
| Although I change it day to day, | 
| We all have dreams that fade, God knows | 
| And in mine she always goes. | 
| We all have dreams that fade, God knows | 
| And in mine she always goes. |