The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And I'll I tend to do is think of you Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon When all the trains have pulled away From local stations in decay It's I who waits, it's you who's late again And did you think of me when you made love To him, was it the same as us Or was it different, it must have been And all the pretty dames They'll hug and kiss you all the same And when they go, they're gone They're not running late Oh all, all the pretty dames And the kids you hold in your arms With promises to protect them from harm But they grow, and they go And you're all alone All the kids, all the kids that you hold And it's a shame that it ends this way With nothing left to say So just sit on your hands, while I walk aw-ay It's shame, it's shame, it's shame When my hands begin to shake When bitterness is all I taste And may car won't stop Cause I cut the brakes I hold on to a hope in my fate Oh oh ah ah hey hey May you return to love one day Well I hope and I pray You get what you gave