Sorry.

I met her in the city park
It was a few hours after dark
I held a rock right in my hand
She said: Oh, boy, this is the end!
I chased her through the blooming trees
No time to think, no time to breathe
Until she fall and broke her neck
No time for turning back to say:

I’m sorry, but I have to go right now

And there she lied down on the ground
The planet stopped spinning around
The moon shined gray, the sky was red
Deploring that beauty was dead
I [bad word] my shoulders in the dark
And walked away from mellow park
I lightened up a cigarette
There was one thing that I have said:

I’m sorry, but I have to go right now