If I had known you better I could probably get my money back
From that old preacher and his organist who said she knew my dad
When we were younger and you promised me that you would wear my ring
But you were 14 years behind the time when you can mean such things
But I will hold on with my open hands
But I will hold on with my open hands


And I suppose I should decide what I can do with all your clothes
And closets full of all the places you and I will never go
Is it misguided that I can recall the day you left my bed
And asked your mom and dad if maybe you could stay with them instead
But I will hold on with my open hands
But I will hold on with my open hands