My fingers lay silent on the skin of her conga drum
They're covered by black Spanish hat which I touch with my thumb

I could hear heavy breathin', my heart was pounding, I
Knew the moment had come
To do what must be said
And to ask what should be done

And I can't help but wonder how it might have been
I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth

I looked at her quickly, avoiding her watery eyes
In the awareness of the scene I was playing, well I just had to cry

Elisabeth stood silent, draped in defenses
A victim of tongues that had lied
And I was hoping she'd say something
That would stop me from saying goodbye

Well I can't help but wonder how it might have been
I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth

For every word that I poured out a million more formed in my head
Trying to cover up or bring back to life something we both knew was dead

And there we froze motionless like two crystal statuettes
With nothing more between us to be said
Each of us lost in our frayed-collared thoughts
As into the darkness I fled
And I can't help but wonder how it might have been
I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth