I'm stepping on that train, my friend, I don't think I'll see you again
I wish we left on better terms, but I think this is the end
Oh, I tried, I tried to be better for you, a little too late, I know, my dear
Tomorrow my selfishness no longer hurts you, don't read the next message that I will send you
Though they fought hard, every man was lost and no one returned from the sea
Each year I go down to the water, hoping to see some debris
I don't know why I do it, it won't change a thing. What's lost is not coming back, my dear
But still it seems to serve some connection, and so therefore I keep returning
A couple of chords, three is enough, and now you're brought up to speed
The court has heard my testimony, the jury can proceed
Over and over I replay everything, this stupid cute word-play hints at the past
It's an ugly way of being honest, I wrote this as my confession
Oh, I tried, I tried to be better for you, a little too late, I know, my dear
Tomorrow my selfishness no longer hurts you. Don't read the next message that I will send you