You found
One hundred and one little ways to betray me
And I found
One hundred and one excuses for you
I did not want to read the map up on the wall
Cause the last way out was the road without you
And you were two kinds of kind
But three kinds of cruel

CHORUS
And I’ll be leaving with the first light
I’lL be praying for an early dawn
I’ve been waiting for that light to shine
I’ve been in the dark for too long
When the morning comes I’ll be gone

You were the play and I was the author
Page after page I wrote for me and you
A work of art- my finest creation
But not a word of it was the truth
And I kept hoping you’d change
But I can’t keep holding on

CHORUS

© Amy Sky and Bruce Gaitsch