It Was Me

Well there's no use hanging onto anything

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

The wind at your heels, the shadow, so sweet

Of sentimental longing for the past

All these things un-captured, 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

In chase, so manly;

Then I soon get bored

Oh 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 apologise

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

In chase, so manly;

Then I soon get bored

Oh 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.