Choking on these words   You can leave now   Oh haven’t you heard   You can leave now      We stand there like statues from different cities   Both warriors of the same war   Both victors of our territories   Why do I feel so small?   Oh you’ve got it all figured out   What will be will be      Fine work from a sailor’s hand   Who’s always running away   In between all your complex ideas   Found out how love should be   When you get the time to feel anything   Anything real for me   Oh you’ve got it all figured out   What will be will be      Fine words from a sailor’s son   Who’s always running away   I don’t want your sympathy   Don’t quote me another phrase   I understand all your philosophies   But it hurts me just the same      Choking on these words   You can leave now   Oh haven’t heard   You can leave now