Comes to that part of the evening
When there's nobody left to impress
You sit by yourself in the corner
Pat your pockets to see just what's left
All of the lovers have moved on
But yours is the steepest of hills
And you glare at yourself in the mirror
They all know things that you never will
They'll feel the things you can't access
As they stand by the river at dawn
You've grown older and cagey and classless
And regret just what little you've done
Here is the thing you should cling to
For a grin as you gather your strength
And you drag yourself out of the corner
This is the picture you paint
You were good, you were strong, you were handsome
Yes, we all say to God, "What a gift!"
And we share in the gloom when you slip from
The room with that smile we've so sorely missed
You'll remember that night in the orchard
Barefoot with breath in your lungs
And you said, "All these trees came from such tiny seeds"
And you held out your arms as you spun
Like a dervish, a dancer, a dreamer, my friend
You're as beautiful now as I thought you were then
And I want you to know that I love you
I want you to know that I love you
I want you to know that I love you
Don't make me say it again
No, don't make me say it again
I love you
I love you
I love you
