What do you say when she's going away
What to replay at this criminal pace
It's the old ways that decide
What was yours will soon be mine
You'll find
What's best is kept behind
Maybe the hope lately, was all that she wrote
Memories soaking in, a lump in the throat
It's the old ways that decide
What was yours will soon be mine
You'll find
And I'll always be near
At any time to hear
It's the old ways that will shine