You knew those Belvedere weekends   Were just the beginning   Of a long way home   You were not meant to be   Just good friends      Rumor red   You were ahead of your time      From Baltimore to Paris   You held your head up high   Held back the tears   Across the years      A prisoner of circumstances   Outside looking in   If you had your time over   Would you do it all again?      He was your lonely little boy   Lost in deep water and about to go down   You soon became his favorite toy   A brighter jewel than any in the crown      He abandoned what he promised you   When he could not turn the tide   With a lifetime to prove yourselves   It was enough for you to be at his side   You gave up your pride      Rumor red   One step ahead of your time