It took a lot of time to get here It took a lot of skill to mess it up so bad It took a lot of nerve to end it But, believe it or not, it took a lot of love
He took our old bookshelf – he’s welcome to it He left our photographs – like I really want them now He took a lot of stuff I didn’t need And, to balance it out, he left a lot of love
(Chorus) What part of “over” do I not understand? Is it the moving on, or the letting go?
He couldn’t take my freedom – oh, he tried Nor my dignity – no one can if you don’t let ‘em So now I’m sitting here with my foolish pride With little hope and a lot of love Oh-oh, with little hope and a lot of love
(Chorus) What part of “over” do I not understand? Is it the moving on, or the letting go?
It took a lot of time to get here It took a lot of skill to mess it up so bad It took a lot of nerve to end it But, believe it or not, it took a lot of love Oh-oh, believe it or not, it took a lot of love