before I jump ship for cooler shores,
may I gently close this account of ours?
through all that I know and have loved is inside,
I’m just losing faith in these costly times.

and I pray for your health and your peace of mind
but God must now I just want you by my side.
and the mornings I’ve woken and sought your warmth
if only I’d held you and told you before

but I’m no fool, my heart is just exposed,
I’m just weathering the flows
and I’m not the man you thought, I suppose,
you leave me tender to the blues

and you phone me to tell me of these regrets of yours
but I’ve been lying awake until the small small hours
and the wise men say I should fight for my cause
but I’m all punched out and just so so tired.

but I’m no fool, my heart is just exposed,
I’m just weathering the flows
and you’re not the girl I thought, I suppose.
you leave me tender to the blues.