Let me tell you a story about what I went through
Let me tell you a story about a silly boy
Let me tell you a story about what I went through
It’s not got gonna be pretty, it’s not something fun at all

Let me tell you a story about where I got to
Let me tell you a story about the little joy
Let me tell you a story about where I got to
It’s not something sane, it’s not something good at all

Cause I walk out the plane, with no idea at all
That the very next moment, I would be standing tall
With the sun in my eye, and the hand on my head
I said “youre good”, not knowing to where it led
She told me her name, I said “how do you do?”
“I’m doing pretty fine, how about you?”
We talked about nonsense , about some friends
But one thing is for sure, I didn’t want it to end

Cause I, I felt a thing
That made me think, about you and I
And I, I did a thing
That made you think, “oh, why”?
Cause I, I saw a thing
That made me bring, the little cry
And I, I know the thing
That it will not be you and I

Let me tell you story about where it went to
Let me tell you a story about, the very end
Let me tell you story about where it went to
It’s not something golden, it’s not something great at all

Let me tell you a story about, the very long queue
Let me tell you a story about no lonesome boy
Let me tell you a story about, the very long queue
It’s not something happy, It’s not something cool at all

Cause I saw you in the eye, said “we need to talk”
And You wouldn’t mind, taking a little walk
We talked about nonsense, what should I do?
I found that she was clever, and I caught her like the flu
But it led no further, than the words that I gave
Because what I did, probably dug my grave
Now much time later, I feel like a fool
Sitting writing love songs, in my room

/:Cause I, I felt a thing
That made me think, about you and I
And I, I did a thing
That made you think, “oh, why”?
Cause I, I saw a thing
That made me bring, the little cry
And I, I know the thing
That it will not be you and I:/