I'm not bitter about it no no
I'm not bitter about it no

'cause I was told something wasn't true
I feel like I've seen a way through
All of this is not futile no it isn't through at all

'cause the hole is it in my gut? I can feel it it's right
I know where you have been and tho' I try to understand...

In Palm Springs in 1984 it was a time we'll never get back again
I think I loved you and that's a shame that I can't tell why things happen 'cause you are nothing more than a way to describe this feeling
I don't know why I'm always messing up I'm messing up again