when you become a stranger again  how closed your eyes will be  narrowing me to three short feet  across a room of drunken revelry    youre having the time of my life  and i love you much too late  there are things id like    when you say my name to me  like some amusing piece of food between your teeth  then i will know that its completely over  wont you say my name to me    youre having the time of my life  and i think you got it right  its an envy making green  says your eyes only see me    if i had another last chance  and we met again for the first time    i would listen to your heart  i would start back at the start  there are things id like to say  so many things id like to change