And you don't have to say those mean things

When you curse me out on the end of the telephone

Now I'm staring at my shoes going all the way home

Cause I'm breaking down and the cracks well they start to show

Raise your glass and toast to the man that I was

Things you think you know

Things you think you know

Well you don't have to go your own way

You can stay right here with my heart beating next to you

I'll be up all night loving all those things you do

And I'm getting old and the scars well they start to show

Raise your glass and drink to the man that I was

Things you think you know

Things you think you know

Oh, I'm sorry I let you go

Sorry I let you go

Sorry I let you

You don't have to go

Please don't go

And you don't have to say those mean things

When you curse me out on the end of the telephone