I'm stepping on that train, my friend, I don't think I'll see you again

I wish we left on better terms, but I think this is the end

Oh, I tried, I tried to be better for you, a little too late, I know, my dear

Tomorrow my selfishness no longer hurts you, don't read the next message that I will send you

Though they fought hard, every man was lost and no one returned from the sea

Each year I go down to the water, hoping to see some debris

I don't know why I do it, it won't change a thing. What's lost is not coming back, my dear

But still it seems to serve some connection, and so therefore I keep returning

A couple of chords, three is enough, and now you're brought up to speed

The court has heard my testimony, the jury can proceed

Over and over I replay everything, this stupid cute word-play hints at the past

It's an ugly way of being honest, I wrote this as my confession

Oh, I tried, I tried to be better for you, a little too late, I know, my dear

Tomorrow my selfishness no longer hurts you. Don't read the next message that I will send you