Over and over you say it must work in the end
Your once in a lifetime for someone you just have to win
And moments of feeling defeat you suspend
Once again

Your callus and jaded and trying to keep from you mind
The seven years waiting were only a lesson in time
You should have known long ago
But you don't

All you wanted to be was a good man
But now just look at this mess you've gotten in

You've broken up families and say you can't take any more
But can't stop the love you're beginning to hate yourself for
Where written self portraits won't even the score
Any more

NOTES:

This was recorded at Apple-wood Studio in West Seattle
Just me playing guitar

This was one of the last songs that I wrote for Rita.  At this point I knew that things would never be the way that I had wanted them to.  Her parents liked me and I was spending more time at her folks house than she was.  I was beginning to wonder if she was staying away from visiting her folks because of them being close with me.  It just seemed so messy and pointless at this time.