I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better, but I don't mind.
You just kinda wasted my precious time.
But don't think twice, it's all right.

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better,didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

She'd pass for twenty-nine but for her eyes
But winter lines are telling wicked lies

All lies
All those lines are telling wicked lies
Lies all lies
Too many lines there in that face;
Too many to erase or disguise;
They must be telling lies