You were chasing him down Broadway on that white-hot July   'Cause he thought he'd got a message from some holy man on high   He said his chance had finally comehe'd done it on his own   He had to leave his past behindthe first thing that had to go--was   Home      You put him in an airplane and packed your life and clothes   You learned all the lessons that the suitcase lady knows   He said, "Something still drags me back from where I'm heading to,"   You didn't really understand, 'til the next thing that had to go--was   You      Some things are sacrificed and some things remain   Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain   Some things must pass away, and some things are regained   When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?      You saw his picture in the paper, that disarming boyish smile   You sometimes had to swallow hard as you saw him on the dial   You heard him on a talk show, he was hearing no one else   Then suddenly you knew too well, the last thing he'd left behind--was   Himself      Some things are sacrificed and some things remain   Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain   Some things must pass away, and some things are regained   When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?      So you pulled yourself together, friends and family said you should   You discovered you were doing things you never knew you could   And someday when he calls you, which you know of course he'll do   You'll just send him away again, 'cause the last thing you finally   Found--was   You