I once saw a sunset so vivid and warm   that I swore it was perfect   I once had a lover    I'm not sure if I'll recover   but I know it was worth it    Then last night in the car    the falling raindrops looked like stars    of some incalculable speed    Then later my friends said    "Good to see you again, this is a home to me"   So I wrote a song    and I called it "The Love of my Life"    said "don’t be gone long"   now it sings me to sleep every night    and I never learned a lesson    looking at my own reflection    but sometimes it seems useful    I loosen my heart strings    in high hopes of starting    to find something truthful    Cynicism isn’t wisdom    it’s a lazy way to say that you’ve been burned    it seems that if anything    you’d be less certain after everything you ever learned.