(Olivia Newton-John) We said a million times we'd change Can't bring myself to say those words again A piper never changes tune You can't grow apples on the moon
The hurtful things we say still penetrate And whispered sorrys always come too late Then the damage has been done What are we going to tell our son?
I want to spare his broken heart Break it gently that we'll live apart Don't know the proper words to say He won't be seeing daddy every day
Those weekly outings never work, you know Buying gifts and candy, picture shows They can't replace the man around Your voice, your touch, your manly sound
I guess the trouble is I love you still And if it comes to that, I always will No, please don't cry, it's just too late Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate