Verse1: We said a million times we'd change, Can't bring myself to say those words again. A piper never changes tune, You can't grow apples on the moon. Verse2: The hurtful things we say still penetrate, And whispered sorrys always come too late. Then the damage has been done, What er we going to tell our son. Chorus: I want to spare his broken heart. Brek it gently that we'll live apart Don't know the proper way to say He won't be seeing daddy ev'ry day. Verse3: Those weekly outings never work you know, Buying gifts and candy picture shows. They can't replace the man around, Your voice, your touch, your manly sound. Verse4: I quess the trouble is I love you still, And if it comes to that I always will. No, please don't cry, it's just too late Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate Chorus _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Marciomega([email protected])