close your eyes,   now can you see   you and me at 53 —   it's happening      then again,   what if I blew   my head off   like a cartoon   and drift away      what did I do?   I met you there —   half-past-two   we took a walk      through the park   in ragged shows   under the stars   I was confused   by what you wrote      in the sand and   did it say,   "I'll see things   a different way"?   'cause I do      but I wouldn't want   to be somebody's accident   like some small part of   some sad lover's happiness   I know that it's wrong   and it's all my fault,   I'm sorry      it's nothing new   the moon makes me   follow through with anything   but it's too late   I was in doubt too many days   you figured out I'm no good      but I wouldn't want   to be somebody's accident   like some small part of   some flat jumper's packages   I know that it's wrong,   but what's done is done,   I'm sorry      what can I say?   am I a broken man or just a fool   who's never learned to choose,   who's born to sing the blues?      but I wouldn't want   to be somebody's accident   like some small part of   some sad lover's happiness   well, I know it's wrong,   that we've come undone,   I'm sorry