One day you'll change your mind
One day you'll see I was right
And when that one day comes I might not be there.
You'll remember all of those good times
That night in the park with the candle light.
Memories will haunt but I won't be there.
I'll be gone.
You'll be left standing outside some singles bar in East L.A.
I'll be gone and you'll be stranded, thinking of me.