Eleanor McEvoy
I Wish You the Best
It's too late to talk and too hard to try
And two tired souls hurting inside
And all of our words have long gone away
And all we have now is nothing to say

Life is too short to waste it with games
Love is too loose to lay any blame
And both of us meant to lay down our arms
But all that we tried did nothing but harm

What would we give to do it all again?
To have us wind up as friends?
But what hurt us most were all the little things
They brought us down in the end

What would it take to bring it back again?
Willing to have one more try?
And what in the world be the point of that?
This train has long passed us by

I gave it my all, you deserved nothing less
And hand on my heart, I wish you the best
So here's to a past we so misunderstood
May your future be filled with nothing but good
May your future be filled with nothing but good
May your future be filled with nothing but good