Isn't it amazing how,
Even though your smile's out and about-

There's no one stopping to look at you,
Like everything you've done came too soon?

You pour out your heart with paper and pen,
But they've got the ideals of a child.

We all look for love every now and then,
And fall hard once in awhile.

But while I'm smiling at you, you're smiling at him.
And when I'm kissing you... you're thinking of him.

I could write a million songs with you for the topic...
Just for you to tell me... that's not it-

That's not what you want, that's not what you need.
You said you loved me... so I set you free.

Fly free,pretty dove... I'll miss you.

But even with our love so estranged,
Like a broken fret on a guitar...

There's no love here left to claim,
There's no air on mars.