7 September 2003 - The Elected

One, two…

Two, three, four

I was riding around with my worst friend

It was the seventh of September

The day that I surrendered

Now fifteen more till my birthday

And he was talking 'bout a girl that he’d just met

«What was her name?

I can’t remember

Oh, but man, she was a mover

You shoulda seen the way she danced»

Oh, baby, please don’t leave me here

With these awful people, I, I fear

May help me become a man I will regret

And they say when you finally lose your love

It’s gone but you never forget

Well, my cup, it runneth over

With dyin' dreams and losing bets

And if it remains an island and you just don’t look back

All the stories they say we’ll tell

Well, I tell too many stories

So I guess it’s just as well

Oh, keep that bad news to yourself

Yeah, save it for somebody else

Yeah, baby, I do believe I’ll never see your face again

Oh, baby, I got somethin' to tell you

These awful people won’t know me as well

As you do, I’ll save my good side for you

And on the last night of summer, I got you alone

And we talked until dawn and then I walked you home

And I said, «baby, there’s someone out there for you

And maybe he saved his best side for you»