You love her, but she loves him, and he loves somebody else
you just can't win
and so it goes til the day you die
this thing they call love is going to make you cry
I've had the blues, the reds, and the pinks
one thing that I know for sure is
Marching to the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand,
Pulls you down on your knees,
While you're down a pool appears.
The face in the water looks up,
And she shakes her head as if to say
That it's the last time you'll look like today.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Sail away, away.