Fare thee well...
Trading all our words for tea and sympathy...
Wonder why we try for things that could never be...
Played our hearts lament like an unrehearsed symphony.
Not intend to leave this castle full of empty rooms.
Love - that captive in the tower never rescued.
And all our victory songs seemed to be playing out of tune.
Cause it's not the way it has to be, don't trade our love for tea and sympathy.
You begin (but) all your words fall to the floor and break like China cups.
And the waitress grabs the broom and tries to sweep them up.
I reach for my tea, slowly drink in.
Fare thee well...
The words, the bag of leaves that fills my head.
I could taste the bitterness but called the waitress instead...
Cause she holds the answers... smiles and asked - "one teaspoon or two? "
Don't trade us for tea and sympathy.
