Not the smart man
I couldn't win
But I could pretend

She walked close to me
Holding my hand tenderly
There must have been
A thousand ways for us to begin

Remembering her lips her eyes her hair
Looking back must be a sin
Yesterday is a waste of being there
If you are not the smart man

An old black and white romantic movie plays
Perhaps I could rewind and find those thousand ways
But alone in this movie to face the end
No rewrite no dialog for I am not the smart man

The water crashes upon the rocky shore
One set of footprints in the sand
Blues music plays I listen more

All has been washed away there in yesterdays span
She doesn't remember me
Credits roll for everyone else
But not for me for I am not the smart man