"Our Greatest Year"
In the ashes of our greatest year,
I forced the point and gave them grief,
As if I find relief to see the worst in everyone.
Still, it's hard to be cruel to you.
I wish I could - no, that's not it.
See, what I mean to say is this:
In this mad world it's hard to see the imperfection in your smile,
And it's hard to be true to you.
Even though I run away from you, I'm sorry;
I wish I had chosen to be true.
I'm sorry; I miss your disposition and your strength
I'll miss your disposition and your
Strength to see the best in everyone.
Still, it's hard to cruel to you.