Friends say “it must be nice—
how’s the view from Paradise?”
I smile sadly once or twice
and say “how should I know?”
They wonder “why so blue?”
and when I tell them that we’re through
They ask what on earth I’ll do,
I say “how should I know?”
Things happen in their season
For no reason taught in school
Far wiser hearts than mine
Have tried to divine love’s ancient rule
That makes each one of us a fool…
So why dwell in the past
On a flame that burned to fast
Don’t ask me why it didn’t last
I’ll just say “how should I know?”
All that I know
Is that I miss you so….
Things happen in their season
For no reason taught in school
Far wiser hearts than mine
Have tried to divine love’s ancient rule
That makes each one of us a fool…
So why dwell in the past
On a flame that burned to fast
Don’t ask me why it didn’t last
I’ll just say “how should I know?”
All that I know
Is that I miss you so…. Tonight.
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