One More Heartache

It was in my plan to take your hand When I met your man from Amsterdam I don't like him much But something about the way we roll The depth you fall and the time I call Cause we don't keep in touch Minutes turn to hours Hours turn to days then turn to weeks And as the years go rolling by It's silence and the volumes that it speaks I duck and weave and I've been deceived Now you best believe that I'm on my knees But I'd have fought like hell My mistake was yours to make There's something about the way we break That says it's just as well Minutes turn to hours And hours turn to days then turn to weeks And as the years go rolling by It's silence and the volumes that it speaks One more heartache and on with the show It's got the best of me, I know But I just got to keep in mind That you want to be a friend of mine And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong One more heartache and on with the show It's got the best of me, I know But I just got to keep in mind That you want to be a friend of mine And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong And I just got to keep in mind That you want to be a friend of mine And I ain't got no right to say you're wrong