My friend Martha works at    the bar down the street    I don't like her like that    I just think she's pretty    She's been crying all night    talking about a boy       I said, "Martha its not some kind of contest    that says in the end, if you love someone the most    you will get to keep them"    she says, "maybe it should be. I just want someone    to run their fingers through me    like was barely tangled hair.    You could pull just a little. I swear,    I'de be better for the wear.    You could cup your hands    like you were holding something precious."       [Chorus]    But I don't want to let you go    and I don't know why. I don't know why    And I don't want to let you know    I don't know why. I don't why    But then again    There are always reasons for letting go    You're just caught in season with so little to show    Its alright. This is only life    You wrestle everything you've been    You're 16 again    You're 16.       Its such a Brave New World for my little generation    I'm just afraid we might die from a case of low expectations    We're selling joy for a promise that we won't feel sad anymore       But Martha, she likes girls now. So we got that in common    She says "If they want to love me, man, I ain't gonna try to stop 'em"    Well careful, girl. You know love is love    it can hurt all the same       [Chorus]