If I go and lead myself astray   If I think I'm better of this way   I thought that things would come between us   I always knew that things would end this way      I tried so hard to never take the blame   I sense that things will never be the same   What ever comes of me what ever will I face   I can depart I will retrace      Now we start to move within our space   Once again a path that I will chase   Close the door return wherever you once came   There's nothing left here to save      I tried so hard to never take the blame   I sense that things will never be the same   What ever comes of me what ever will I face   I can depart I will retrace      You did depend on me   And now you've thrown it all away   At first things seemed so strange   Will you ever see the day      From: This Quiet Earth      by Chris McCarter & Dino Molinaro