The carbonation in my drink

The bubbles rise while my heart sinks

And all I tend to do is think of you

Was it easier to pack your bags

And book that flight to paris as

The plane began to move that afternoon

When all the trains have pulled away

From local stations in decay

It's I who waits, it's you who's late again

And did you think of me when you made love

To him, was it the same as us

Or was it different, it must have been

And all the pretty dames

They'll hug and kiss you all the same

And when they go, they're gone

They're not running late

Oh all, all the pretty dames

And the kids that you hold in your arms

With promises to protect them from harm

But they grow, and they go

And you're all alone

All the kids, all the kids that you hold

And it's a shame that it ends this way

With nothing left to say

So just sit on your hands, while I walk away

It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

When my hands begin to shake

When bitterness is all I taste

And my car won't stop

Cause I cut the brakes

I hold on to a hope in my fate

Oh oh ah ah hey hey

May you return to love one day

Well I hope and I pray

You get what you gave

Oh oh ah ah hey hey